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... p talking like a machine."
The voice came from above—clear, feminine, and carrying an edge that made even the white void feel sharper.
Elara paused mid-sentence, her clinical assessment of the space dying on her lips.
"Because right now," the voice continued, almost conversational, "there is no audience for you to perform for."
Elara’s expression didn’t change. "Define audience."
Laughter rippled through the white space—genuine, delighted laughter that ech ...
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