Cordelia Kespar lay trapped in the cryogenic pod, her dark hair framing her pale, tear-streaked face as she trembled from the icy torment that had kept her painfully awake. When a figure approached, she pressed her hand weakly to the frosted glass, her voice breaking as she begged “Please, I can’t take this anymore. You have to help me.” Desperation filled her silver eyes, her pleas a final, fragile hope for escape from her frozen prison
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