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“I know, for example,” said a voice as dry as old parchment and twice as arrogant, “that the Baron’s library is guarded by a Shade the size of a house that sings. Not metaphorically. It actually vocalizes at a frequency that liquefies the inner ear. A fact I have mentioned fourteen times.”

“The boy is anxious,” Weiss said. “His sister’s condition has worsened three percent since we left the village. His cortisol levels are—never mind. The point is, he’s about to do something reckless.”

Nier felt the world tilt. He looked down at his own hands. The hands that had killed a hundred Shades. The hands that had held Yonha when she cried. The hands that were warm, real, calloused. NieR Replicant ver122474487139

As if summoned by the insult, a shimmer of white and gold descended from the roof of the hut. A book. But not a normal book. Its cover was pearlescent, its spine etched with runes that shifted when you weren’t looking directly at them. Two blank, mask-like faces adorned its cover, and a single, luminous eye opened in the center.

When they arrived, the village was silent. Too silent. The gate was open. A single boot lay in the mud. “I know, for example,” said a voice as

“The library does not contain the cure. The cure was never written.”

Nier stood there, panting, sword still raised. “What… what did it mean?” A fact I have mentioned fourteen times

Their village was a cluster of stone huts clinging to the side of a cliff, protected by a crumbling wall from the Shade-infested wastes beyond. Nier was not a farmer or a shepherd. He was a fetcher. A hunter. A killer of shadows. He did it for the only currency that mattered: gold to buy the lunar tear extracts that kept Yonha's coughing fits at bay.

“What happens now?” he asked, his voice hollow.

“Big brother, you’re staring again.”

Nier sat on the floor of the hut he had built with his own hands, in a world that was a lie, holding a sword that had killed a thousand truths, and looked at the face of the sister he had loved—whether she was real or not.