CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED SIXTY-TWO:“I can’t invent my way out. That’s worse than the inventions.”Theo said it in the living room at 4:50 p.m., backpack still on, standing like the floor had tilted under the realization.Lyra looked up from the mail. “You tried.”“All day.” His voice was fast, tight. “On the bus. In math. Walking home. I built postponements, disqualifications, versions where you decide I’m too volatile to sort anything. Every one of them hit the same wall. The table stays. Nine days. No exit. I finally believe you. I hate that I believe you.”Dimitri came in from the hall. “Believing us isn't defeat. Treating belief like a trap is the leftover switch.”“It is a trap.” Theo’s hands locked under his arms. “A trap I asked for. That’s the part that makes me want to put my fist through the bare wall. I demanded a door. You built it. I tried to wire it, cancel it, and invent it. It’s still there. Now I have to walk toward it with no story left that gets me out.”Silence stretch
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