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... static recoil, no mental drag. Just the soft flicker of lights resetting, as if the world outside had politely waited for them to finish having their minds blown.
The manor’s sub-garage came into view first. Still dim. Still humming with quiet electricity.
Ava stepped off the sync plate first, boots landing with a gentle thud.
Lucas followed a breath behind.
Neither of them said anything right away.
Her system pinged softly in the background.
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