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The key's burning a hole in my pocket.
Not literally. But it might as well be, the way I keep reaching for it every thirty seconds like some kind of addict. Nyx handed it over five loops ago—or was it six? Time's getting slippery. The key itself looks like someone ripped a fragment off a star and shoved it into a USB stick. It pulses. Blue, then white, then something that hurts to look at.
I'm supposed to use it on the Nexus Gate. That's what Nyx said, anyway, right before she shoved me off a cliff to reset the loop because a patrol was coming.