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Chapter 40: The Architect of Lie

Author: R.J. Sterling
last update publish date: 2026-02-09 09:26:17
The entrance to the Cave of Mirrors wasn't a hole in the rock; it was a wound in the world.

Darkness pooled inside—thick, viscous, and humming with a frequency that made Phoenix’s stone-cold left arm throb. The heat of the volcano was gone, replaced by a biting, clinical chill that tasted of ozone and ancient archives.

"Mommy, be careful," Leo’s voice whispered through the comms, vibrating with a tech-heavy distortion. "The cave isn't just showing pictures. It’s a neural interface. It’s scanning
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