present

Graphite sticks scratched over folded notepads in time with the Kleio’s words. Her own chalk danced over the slate board at the front of the room. Four students sat in two rows of desks in the small classroom that had been created for them, the four Blends— the only children born of Paragon blood in the history of Evren.

“... if all the energy exchanges between particles in the universe were captured and stored for use, this would provide an inexhaustible energy supply... ”

Whispers behind her drew her attention away from the information in her head she was delivering in lecture.

“Knock it off, Dare,” Verity hissed.

“.... the problem lies in the fact that particles often do not act in coherence, negating the energy created by another, whic...

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