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Elias stared. The figure in the image was a woman, dressed in a flowing robe that seemed to shimmer with impossible colors. Her hair was a cascade of ink and stars. She wasn't looking at the viewer; she was looking beyond them, towards a horizon that didn't exist anymore.

Outside the heavy blast doors of the sub-basement, the heavy thud of Security Drones echoed. They were looking for 'Digital Archeologists'—terrorists, as the State called them. But Elias wasn't looking for weapons. He was looking for the face of a god. dd fb newasupan doodstream v2 pr1 jpg top

The blast doors behind him groaned, a plasma cutter beginning to slice through the metal. The drones were here. Elias stared