"It’s just a file, Jax. An archive," Kael muttered, slotting the chip into his wrist-jack.
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Kael pulled the chip out, the golden sunlight fading from his mind. "It's the reason we keep trying," he said, tucking the small weight back into his pocket. "It's a map back home." "It’s just a file, Jax