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... The land beyond the basin resisted distance, folding space back on itself in subtle ways. Hills repeated with slight differences. A dead tree appeared twice, then three times, each version missing another branch.
The man slowed. “We’re skirting a recursion.”
“Yes,” the woman said. “It’s trying to stabilize around us.”
The oath vibrated faintly, no longer humming—measuring. It reacted to near-decisions, half-actions, thoughts abandoned mid-formation. The world here was bui ...
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