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... e, not with sound, but with silence so absolute it was as though no sound was ever made.
Reality didn’t break apart. It held together—barely, like a cracked mirror that somehow refused to fall.
Everything twisted and groaned, but it stayed in one piece, even when it felt like it shouldn’t.
It folded.
Not unlike paper, but similar to will. Code buckled inward, folded onto itself, twisted into recursive impossibility. The space around them—the Anchorpoint Core—fell ...
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