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... hing about my system, my world, that I had somehow overlooked.
But how? I created every piece of it and designed it the best I could, down to its very core functions.
Yet, as I stared at Noah’s image on the screen, at that writhing shadow laced through his existence like an invisible parasite, I knew… this was not my doing.
Forcing my shoulders to relax, I leaned back into my seat with an air of nonchalance I did not feel. "If you have something to say, Williamloh, say it ...
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