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DEEP REST
obscure, her relentless search for meaning, had
stumbled upon this. Had she been trying to induce
Deep Rest herself? Had she been close?
The thought was a fresh wave of agony. If only
she had known. If only she had paid more attention to
Mallory’s "witchy" books.
She picked up her phone. She needed to talk to
someone. Her mentor, Dr. Aris Thorne – no relation to
Elias Thorne, she hoped. He was brilliant, skeptical,
and fiercely ethical. He would either dismiss her as
delusional or, if she presented it carefully enough, he
might just listen.
But then, she hesitated. What if he didn't believe
her? What if he thought she was breaking down?
What if, worse, he inadvertently tipped off the very
people who had buried Finch’s work?
No. Not yet. She needed more. More proof. More
understanding.
She studied the brainwave diagrams. They were
complex, almost like musical scores. And then it hit
her. The "auditory frequencies" Finch mentioned. The
"harmonic resonance."
Could it be that specific sounds, specific
vibrations, were the key to unlocking this state?
She thought back to Mallory’s room. Her music.
Always eclectic, often experimental. Had she been
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