A Debt of Time and Tears
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spiraled with every line of code that built debt instead of worlds. My wife, Chloe, a sharp, cold woman, share
am Initialized. Observing Universe C-782." It showed a live feed, grainy and unstable, of a college dorm ro
ssing her jump, then her young voice calling out from my speakers, "Who's there? Is thi
had to be something she could trust. "I am a System," I typed, the words feeling forei
ty, about her hidden copy of "The Last Unicorn." Her face paled, then tears welled. She be
. I had to start with the man who would poison her soul and my life. My first directive to Past Chloe
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