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... gh paws. Each time drowsiness finally reached him, the genetic memory jolted his nerves with a wordless shove that felt louder than thought: Higher. Build. Prepare. The message had no grammar and every demand. By the thirty-sixth sleepless hour of Day 143, the command felt like a second heartbeat pulsing behind his ribs, steady and impossible to ignore.
He paced the deep chamber and faced the eleven stones again. Fungus-light traced their edges, thin blue gleam pooling in worn grooves an ...
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