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I have no other option but to wait for Rowan to come back. I just hope Rhett wouldn't ask me to go back to Tarek. I can't go back to him. I sat down on the couch and rubbed my hands on my stomach. I brought out my phone and kept scrolling, thinking of what to do next. “Damn!” How could I forget Gwendolyn? How? How could I forget my best friend? The way things went a few weeks ago was too crappy and I didn't even get to congratulate her on finding her own mate.

I heard Randhir's voice, "Bhai, move back." I started moving my car backwards applying back gear. But our second security car was also smashed and I could see the leftovers on the road. Somehow I had to manage to move my car fully through the small passage to turn and reach back to our nearest back up area. The entire situation looked like a mess and the way the truck started moving, I was guessing something shit to happen too.

She was preparing to deliver her final killing blow, urging the courts to make an example of me, the social degenerate. Then it happened. The giant screen behind her flickered. Without warning, the giant LCD screen behind her flickered and changed. Her tear-streaked face disappeared from the screen. A black player interface took its place. Moments later, a crystal-clear audio recording blared through the speakers, reaching every corner of the hall and every livestream. The voices in the recording belonged to two people.

"We don't want your 'Fix', Sarah. We chose the 'Silence'. We signed the final draft." "The 'Final Draft' was a 'Pacing Error', Silas!" Sarah replied, tapping her tablet frantically. "The audience hated the Chicago arc. They found the construction site 'Depressing'. They want the 'True North' back! They want the 'Alpha-Regent' and the 'Shadow Queen' ruling from a throne of starlight!" She raised her tablet toward the sky. "Initiating 'The Great Restoration'! We’re going to 'Delete' this boring house and 'Re-spawn' the Blackwood Keep!"

the Liquidator’s voice echoed from the cyan grid. Jackson appeared, his suits of woven light now pulsing with a rhythmic, high-speed synchronization with the baby’s heartbeat. "The Twenty-Fourth Cycle is not a garden, Darlene. It’s a System Restore Point. We are going to return the North to the moment before the first Sun-Walker was born. We are going to delete the 'Glitch' by ensuring the 'Glitch' is never 'Written'". "You can't un-write a life, Jackson!" I hissed, the black-emerald circuitry on my skin beginning to glow with a lethal, sunset-orange fire.

If the mermaids are to escape, it’s going to be up to us. Rerun has apparently come to the same conclusion, because time suddenly starts running backwards. It’s difficult to describe the sensation if you’re close to him when this happens, because you can actually see things moving in reverse. It’s very disconcerting, especially when you’re not expecting it. If you’re not close to him, you have no idea that time has just been magically rewound. Unfortunately, Rerun is only able to reverse time for about thirty seconds this morning, back to when the Seals have already begun to emerge from the water. The net is still in place—there’s no chance for the mermaids to make a swim for it.

It wasn’t. And the deeper Lennox went, the clearer it became. Everything circled back. Not directly. But enough. Like someone had been careful but not careful enough. “Go further back,” Rowan said. Lennox hesitated. Just for a second. Then he did. The screen changed. Older records appeared. Different dates. Years back. Before most of what they had just seen. Taryn leaned in again. “What are we looking for?” Rowan didn’t answer.

Given the thread a form. I looked at the function's translation running through the clearing. The first active reconnection at designed capacity. The first ceremony supported by that reconnection. The first primary circuit site visited post activation. All of it working as designed. The ordinary work.

Yet frozen in time, it remained as it was. “Restore” Mane mumbled as he returned to his original position. And the wheels of time began to turn again. His eyes ached greatly, for they had been tasked beyond their current capabilities. And he doubted that he would be able to emulate this great feat again. But it had accomplished its purpose, so that was okay.

Scarlett just grabs my elbow, dragging me with her behind him. Please tell me this isn't real. Tell me this is some sick joke. Ctrl Z? Undo? Rewind? Retake?