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“The Company is getting close to finalising its premium product” - she said with an air of conspiracy.
“Ah, the flagship sails!” Puck stopped walking for a moment and turned to face her.
“Charley,” he said soberly, “this will bring the world of men so much closer to the immortals. I have to believe that it is right - even though it defies their heritage and so much that defines them.”
Puck was speaking of the healing agent - the same product that Charley had shared with Robyn when she had sliced her finger and it had healed instantaneously. The point of it was that this re-agent had the power to keep human tissue alive - its etheric properties were literally from the very fountain of youth, that mythical font, that the mystics and the sages have sought for over time itself. And now, they had discovered the ways and means to contain it.
“Do you think he understands what he has in that formula?” Puck asked searching her eyes for the truth.
“No Father, I do not.”
- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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