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... tic way, not with thunder or light or some crude show of power, but with a shift that felt more important than either fear or spectacle. The threshold chamber had been trying to compress her past into a clean sequence—hold, transfer, shell, silence. The kind of sequence systems loved because it made harm look orderly. But the moment she said I fought, the memory stopped flowing the way the city would have preferred.
The gray corridor trembled.
The woman at its ce ...
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