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Chapter 2: The Forgotten Hero
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... eaty politician with shaky fingers and too much caffeine in his bloodstream.
Just... a sentence.
[The world has ended.]
The words hung in the air above me, stark white and glowing, sharp against the dim shadows of my one-room apartment.
They didn’t flicker. They didn’t vanish.
They just... waited.
I blinked once. Twice. Rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand like some sleep-deprived student pulling an all-nighter.
The text was still there. ...
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