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... able was a slab of cold, polished oak. To anyone else, it was empty, covered only by a thin layer of dust and the frost creeping in from the edges.
To me, it was a monitor.
I stood over it, my eyes unfocused, staring through the wood rather than at it. I wasn’t looking at the physical world. I was activating a technique I had spent years perfecting—not a skill given by the System, but a mental discipline forged from a past life spent obsessing over wikis, spreadsheets, and foru ...
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