Chapter 148
Author: DISME
last update2026-05-10 22:50:28

Soren arrived at noon.

Not for the session, which was not until eight. He arrived because the repeatability function had been running since he left the facility the previous night and had produced, over the course of the morning, a question it could not answer without returning to the room.

He had not messaged ahead. He had simply arrived, the way people arrive at places they need to be before they have decided they need to be there, the body understanding the necessity before the mind has fini
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