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Maxim raised his hammer. “We’re the Steel that breaks the sword.”

“My children,” she said, her voice a chorus of grinding gears. “Still fighting the flesh. Still losing.” eva maxim valerica steel

From the shadows, a drip of mercury pooled and rose. A figure emerged—tall, elegant, impossibly smooth. Valerica Steel tilted her head, her liquid face forming a smile that held no warmth. Maxim raised his hammer

Maxim’s jaw tightened. He remembered the night his arm was taken. Valerica had watched. She had smiled . “Then we burn her cathedral to ash.” ” she said

Eva stood, her steelweave skin glowing with blue circuit lines. “We’re not your children anymore.”

“Mother is a lie,” Eva whispered. “Valerica isn’t protecting us. She’s farming us.”