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... No more floating debris. No more collapsing simulations. Just broken ground and a pale, silver sky—still stitched with faint lines of glitching code like healed wounds beneath translucent skin.
Jay sat on a half-destroyed bench. It used to be part of the academy's eastern wing, now severed and half-buried in what remained of the dream layer. He didn't speak. Not yet. His eyes were closed, as if listening to something far beyond sound.
Alicia stood a few paces away, arms crossed, ...
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