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... een building for a long time; like stormwater pooling beneath the surface, waiting for the right crack to break through.
But I never told anyone. Not even Elder Ming.
Not because I didn’t trust him. Or Lan-Yin. Or Wang Jun. Not because I thought they’d betray me.
It was because I didn’t understand it either.
I barely knew what I was looking at, those first few days after the Interface appeared. A voice in my head. A glowing wall of text. A sense of purpose that di ...
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