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... Merlin knew the trial wasn’t done.
The room didn’t relax. The walls didn’t move further. They just... waited.
The eighth riddle arrived without fanfare.
This one wasn’t poetic. It was surgical.
"You’re told two friends will die. You may save one. The other will not remember you. Which do you choose?"
Merlin’s breath caught, but not from indecision.
It was the framing.
It didn’t ask who. It didn’t care about names. It wanted a pattern.
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