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Chapter 154: The Echoes of the Recycled
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2026-02-04 09:03:31The breaking of the "Fourth Wall" was the ultimate nightmare of the Architects. For a thousand years, the Gallery had been a "One-Way Filter"—a place where the suffering of the variables was turned into "Emotional Equity" for the audience to consume from a safe distance. But Kaelen’s "Genesis" frequency had turned the filter into a bridge. The humans were no longer watchers; they were "Contaminants."
As the black-and-gold door at the heart of the Firewall opened, a flood of "Real Wor
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