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... s all straight lines bent wrong, fracturing under pressure.
One was barely there, thin, etched like memory instead of fact.
But one, dead center, was glowing faintly.
A dull white pulse, rhythmic.
Like a heartbeat.
Void, again.
He didn’t move toward it yet.
Instead, he listened.
The chamber was whispering.
Not in language.
In pattern.
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