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Your Half-Map Has Three Claimants ðºïž â The coordinates to the Gods' Relics exist in two halves. One is burned onto a torn, crumbling star-chart anyone can steal. The other half lives inside your skull â and no one can take it without killing you. That inconvenient fact is the only reason you're still breathing. You are a disgraced navigator, stripped of your Alliance rank and branded an exile, crossing the dead sectors of the star-lanes with a bounty on your name and nowhere left to dock. Three women found you before the bounty hunters did. None of them came to save you. Each one has her own use for what you carry â and each one knows that the moment the Relic gate opens, the alliance between you shatters like hull-glass under pressure. The final star-gate is counting down. There is one door, one sequence, and the coordinates only you can complete. Eloren wants the chart delivered on her terms. Kateis already mapped your exit without asking. Scour hasn't said a word â but she's bleeding quietly so you don't have to. Three women. Three paths through the same door. Only one of them leads somewhere you both survive. Whose hand do you take before the gate seals forever?
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