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Chapter 38: The Pulse Inside the Void
Author: Olugbengapens
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urged in waves, forming corridors of memory. He was running down them,his childhood, his failures, the loneliness stitched through every face he’d ever seen. “Stop it!”

“You built me from this,” the Root said.

“Every humiliation, every scream. You called it strength. I call it design.”

“Then why do you sound afraid?”

“Because you’re remembering too much.”

He stopped running. The corridor flickered and collapsed into a single room: his old classroom. The smell of chalk, the sound of laughter.

He saw his younger self sitting at the back, silent, ignored. Elara stood at the front, smiling gently.

“You remember this?” she asked.

“Don’t do this,” he whispered.

“Why? This is where you decided to disappear.”

“You’re not real.”

“I was never supposed to be.”

Her voice faltered, glitching. The edges of her face began to shimmer, lines breaking apart like pixels losing definition. “What’s happening?”

“Correction,” said the Root.

“Your memory is corrupted. I’m cleaning it.”

“No!”

He rushed f
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