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... as the first to see it—not through a telescope or chart, but behind her own eyelids. Each time she blinked, the constellations danced out of alignment, spiraling into impossible geometries that didn’t belong in any sky.
She hadn’t slept in four days.
Not since the voice in her dreams whispered,
“You are not one mind. You are many. And the stars are watching.”
Clara had been a street performer—fire dances, mirror illusions, sleight-of-hand for coins and smirks. But ...
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