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Kael was lying on the cold marble. He was shaking. He tried to remember his father’s face, but found only a generic blur. He knew he had a father, but the man’s face was gone. The Urap had taken its price.

Further reading: The URAP Games curated collection on itch.io; “The Emergent Narrative of Ctrl Alt Ego” (Game Maker’s Toolkit, 2023); r/URAPGames subreddit. urap games

The word wasn't spoken, but felt. A telepathic intrusion from the Herald. Kael was lying on the cold marble