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He took off his glasses. Without them, his eyes were small and very human. “It means you’ll see everything I’ve seen. Every failed upload. Every corrupted memory. Every person who tried to cheat death and ended up as a stutter in a hard drive. You’ll feel their loneliness, Kestrel. All of it. At once.”

“That’s my knock,” she whispered.

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