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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.

Weiss had not exaggerated. It was the size of a house. Its body was a shifting mass of black tar and human faces—hundreds of faces, mouths open in silent screams, eyes rolling independently. And from a central maw, it produced a sound. A low, resonant hum that felt less like hearing and more like having your bones replaced with cold metal. NieR Replicant ver122474487139

“The library does not contain the cure. The cure was never written.” Their village was a cluster of stone huts

“And Yonha?” Nier whispered.

The silver-eyed Yonha took a step toward him. “The girl in this body was never your sister. She was a replicant. A shell. A puppet grown from your original daughter’s genetic data. And I am the memory of the original Yonah, sleeping inside her. You woke me when you read that book.” A hunter