The corridor they entered had no dimensions. It wasn’t a tunnel, not quite. It's more like a transition between assumptions. The air felt like water. Time moved sideways. Alex blinked and found himself two memories behind.
“Where are we?” he asked.
Lina didn’t turn around. “Inside the decoupled instance.”
“You’re going to have to translate that.”
She finall…
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