Elara looked at her glowing necklace. "I need something that won't forget me if the grid flickers."
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Her life was literally overflowing. She couldn't save her new client’s project, let alone the birthday message her grandmother had sent from the Lunar colonies. Elara looked at her glowing necklace
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