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... , its three radiant doors casting prismatic shadows across the Fractured Fields. Each door pulsed with an ancient rhythm, written before the system had rules, before players had roles, before the Choir sang the first command.
The world held its breath.
Raith, Elari, and Myr stood before the monumental choices, three shards of the Primeval Key glowing in their palms. Around them, data ghosts swirled like specters of what could be, what had been, and what should never return.
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