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The shattered mirror loomed before them, its floating shards reflecting fragments of their past, present, and possible futures. The Echo of the Veil had warned them of the dangers within, but Kael, Lyra, and Mara knew they had no choice. The fracture in the Veil threatened not only the Nexus but the very fabric of existence. With a shared nod, they stepped forward, each touching a different shard of the mirror. The world around them dissolved, and they were pulled into the laby ...

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