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... red and static.
And yet—he smiled.
Jay stood in the center of a battlefield not made of dirt or sky, but of memories—fragments of desks, rooftops, broken alarm clocks, teachers’ shouts, vending machine hums, lonely lunch breaks, the museum’s cold marble floors...
All frozen in midair like shattered glass in a zero-gravity cage.
Across from him: the Phantom Jay, a perfect, grinning replica of himself—sharper, crueler, and infinitely more awake.
"You’re not ...
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