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The Sovereign Queen had no name. Only a memory. A force forged before the skies cracked open, before wolves remembered they once ruled the stars. Her body was cryo-bound in a stasis shell carved from lunar obsidian, her mind tethered to the codes of all Sovereign children, the hybrids, the spies, the monsters they called "progress."
Until now, she