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Chapter 76

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Liam Vex woke up to the smell of burnt toast.

He sat bolt upright, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. He was in his bed. The sheets were the familiar, slightly scratchy cotton he remembered from the row-house. The sunlight streaming through the window was a soft, dusty gold—not the clinical white of the Archive, nor the emerald glare of the GKE.

He looked at his legs. They were thin, pale, and motionless.

"I'm back," he whispered, his voice cracking. "It was all... a reboot."

But when he reached out to touch the bedside table, his hand didn't feel the wood. It felt the data. For a split second, the table flickered into a wireframe model, a string of hexadecimal code scrolling across the surface before snapping back into mahogany.

Liam gasped, pulling his hand away. He wasn't back in a "Real" Tuesday. He was in a High-Resolution Fragment.

The User in the Kitchen

Liam dragged himself into his wheelchair, his movements fluid despite the lack of muscle—a residual "m

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