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Chapter 2 - Two: Mirage in the Past
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... t the night pacing the perimeter of the room like a caged lion, whispering "Siri, end simulation" to the intricately carved walls.
Of course, Siri didn’t answer.
By dawn, I had reached the sixth stage of grief: If I was stuck in a world without internet and electricity, I was going to make it everyone else’s problem.
I’d spent the last hour of darkness scouring Eleanor’s diary from my memory. The name Bartholomew Vanderbilt appeared like a stain on the pages. My actual gr ...
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