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Henry awoke to the sound of a distant hum, like an endless chord resonating from the depths of some unseen machine. The room was unfamiliar, sterile, and cold. The walls were seamless, glowing faintly with a bluish hue. He tried to remember how he’d gotten here, but his memories were a jigsaw puzzle missing most of its pieces.

A single word floated to the surface of his mind: Simulation.

Clara stood frozen, her breath caught in her throat. She had been walking home from the library, her arms full of books, when she had taken a shortcut through an alley she didn’t remember ever seeing before. One moment, she was stepping over a puddle reflecting the streetlights; the next, she was here.

Wherever here was.