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... rkness and conductive gel. The sensation was instantaneous—a feeling like falling upwards, a rush of wind that wasn’t there, and then... absolute, pristine silence.
Ben opened his eyes.
He was standing in the Construct. It was an infinite expanse of white, a blank canvas of pure data awaiting a brushstroke. The air here tasted like ozone and possibilities. There was no cold, no snow, no rolling waves. Just the hum of the processor.
"Merry," Ben spoke, his voice echoing in ...
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