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“Undo is a violent word,” the ovo replied. “I prefer ‘unfold.’”

Julian nodded, adjusting the collar of his bomber jacket. He navigated the rows of multimillion-dollar machinery until he reached the elevator bay. Standing there was Marcus, an older man with a grey beard and a presence that commanded the room. He held a velvet box in his gloved hands. ovo 132