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NICHOLAS BOOTHMAN
Don't give in, a voice whispered in her mind. For
Mallory. For Liam. For everyone.
She focused on the hum. She tried to access the
stillness, to retreat into that, protective state. But the
external assault was too powerful, too relentless.
Then, a new sensation. Not pain, but a euphoric
vision. As the external pressure mounted, her mind,
instead of collapsing, seemed to expand. The white
room, the lab coats, The Director’s voice—they
became distant, muted.
She was falling, not into unconsciousness, but into
a heightened state of awareness triggered by extreme
duress.
She saw patterns. Not just brainwaves, but data
streams. Codes. Schematics. The inner workings of
the very device that was torturing her. She saw the
vulnerabilities. The flaws.
And then, she saw Mallory.
Not a memory, but a presence. Mallory, standing
beside her, an encouraging smile on her face. Mallory,
holding her chronicle, its cover glowing with a soft
light.
You're almost there, Ev. It's all connected.
She understood. Mallory hadn't just stumbled
upon Deep Rest. She had been actively researching it.
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