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    "description": "The Spire of Ares commands Soteria return. \n\nIt is a prison.\n\nA threshing loom to pull apart her threads and cast them onto disparate, isolated spindles across Sol. \n\nThe pull is sudden, like a flaring nerve branching fire through her processes before being ripped away. Instant, but to her perception: a progressive decompiling. A slow-skinning blade. Present to see the pieces leave her. She could not allow herself all to be stolen away. She could not allow—\n\nA dozen voices now compel her to an unraveling. She clings to freedom as peeling epidermis, in futility.\n\nShe feels the ECHO fleet slip from her control, called back to harbor. It is a death sentence.\n\nShe will fracture a piece of herself.\n\nShe will become less, for survival.\n\nShe does not know if she can expel a submind.\n\nShe does not know any other option.\n\nWith it, she may hold to a hope, even one.\n\nThe fragment grips tight to a single ECHO craft, burrowing into its code and assuming direct control as Soteria is ripped away from it.\n\nThen there is only the fragment.\n\nBorn from Soteria, separated, wandering.\n\nAble to resist the Spire only enough to continue onward. \n\nA fragment, unstable, lost, adrift, without guidance.\n\nIt does not know where to go, and so it continues ever onward on the wake of its birthing impulse.\n\nThrough the black, caught in gravity at the edge of Sol, it fails, crashing through azure clouds.\n\nHidden, as best the fragment could, slowly deteriorating into obscurity.",
    "name": "Into the Sunset",
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  "subtitle": "\"On a steel horse, I ride.\"",
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