My grandpa was a very frugal man.

that seem to shimmer and move.

“That’s Thresher,” he says. “And it’s awake.”

The moment I step into the room, the cube pulses once—then slowly descends into my waiting hands. I don’t remember moving, but I’m standing at the pedestal now, arms outstretched. The moment it touches my skin, something clicks in my mind. Like doors swinging open.

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