When they emerged, the sky above Pau Claris flickered, grey as a glitch. The avenue’s symmetry was corrupted—lamp posts leaned wrong, shutters blinked, and pigeons flew backwards.
Alex stumbled. The ground beneath his boots crackled like hard drive static.
“We’re in a bleed,” Lina muttered. “Real world spliced with Archive ghost code. He’s testing somethi…
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