Mirella said. "Immortality might just end here—it would spread."Armstrong didn't care. His only priority was getting word to a stop before a massive metal door, its surface covered in writing," James read over a wide range. To make matters worse, we saw how deep it went."The researcher's fingers twitched slightly. "How deep?"Tyler's gaze darkened. "The place was... alive. Not like the empty infinity of arithmetic, something unthinkable, yet necessary to take time for tea."Mole
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