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THE END

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Dear Reader,

Thank you for reading all through the season one.

I really appreciate your support and gifts during this season one.

I hope and look forward to your support in the coming seasons.

Thank you

I love you

Regards

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THE END (SEASON One)

TO BE CONTINUED (SEASON Two)

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Excerpts from season Two

There was something powerful about building space through mundane effort. No enhancement required. No special abilities. Just manual labor and aesthetic choices.

"Dr. Cole?" A voice interrupted my furniture assembly. A woman stood in the doorway, professional attire and nervous smile. "I'm Jennifer Morrison. I'm here for the receptionist interview?"

"I'm baseline human," she said directly. "Is that going to be problem? Will your clients want someone who understands enhancement firsthand?"

"I'm baseline human too now," I replied. "Lost my abilities two years ago. I think that might actually be advantage—clients can speak freely without worrying we're reading their con
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