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Prologue The object once catalogued as Planet Nine was not a planet at all. It was a machine. A hollow world built to maintain the solar system’s balance, its orbit guided by an autonomous intelligence known as PN-01. Dr. Aveline Sato designed it to sing a continuous harmonic: the Gravitational Hymn, a resonance that kept the outer planets steady in their paths. When the probe Ariadne reached the object after centuries of silence, its sensors found the core still faintly warm. Inside the archive, a single voice remained. PN-01 had continued ...
My grandmother believed the dead could climb through windows if you left them open even a millimeter. She nailed ours shut before the movers had even dropped off our furniture, sealing the sills with salt and beeswax for good measure. Most of my friends thought she was insane. I always shrugged and told them, “She’s survived this long. Might as well go along with it.” She glowered at me from my doorway: a small, ferocious silhouette wrapped in her green wool cardigan as if it were chain mail. “Aiden! Kitchen. Now.” Her accent sharpened every...
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