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Chapter 65 The Web of Lies
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The digital hum of Arel’s core nexus fluctuated, carrying not just the data packets of Mara’s alliance with Varis, but a darker, more pervasive static. Across the fractured boundaries of the Void-Zone, the Architects’ Aethel Grid was shifting its parameters. It was no longer merely observing; it was actively broadcasting.

Deep within the nascent dreamscapes of the Blank Scroll, where new consciousnesses were just beginning to map the contours of their own existence, the air grew thick with unsp
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