She wasn’t a ghost or glitch. The woman standing before Lina breathed—softly, slowly—but with that mechanical precision that marked the Archive’s deeper constructs.
Her eyes shimmered like fibre optics. The scarf, now visibly humming, shielded something beneath: an interface port, perhaps, or a weapon.
“You were erased, weren’t you?” Lina asked.
“No,” the …
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