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The data was wrong.

The last thing she heard, before her suit gave out, was a whisper—not from the planet, but from the void where XV-827 had been. A single, fading thought, confused and hollow. xv-827

She dropped the slate. It shattered.

But the silence on that lonely, shattered rock remembered. And in the end, that was enough. The data was wrong

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