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Chapter 198: Story's Echo
Author: Clare Felix
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Story found them in the Serpentis Outpost's Star-Garden, a biodome where plants from a dozen memory-touched worlds grew in wild, beautiful harmony. Jacob and Claire were looking for a moment of serenity, their hands held together as they watched a flower with crystal petals open and close to a rhythm only it could hear.

She appeared more a sketch of a child and less of a child, her lines blurring, her form vaguely translucent. The kinetic life force that had always propelled her was stabilizing, like a turbulent sea maturing into a still, deep lake. She had always been a paradox—a point where the living memory of the universe intersected, a bridge between the formless Now and the meticulously recorded Then. As the Mnemolith became a star and the Third Language flowered, the bridge was no longer needed. The two banks of the river were moving together, and the guide was no longer needed.

"It is time for my last story," she said. Her voice was different. It had lost its childhood warmth
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