Jul-893

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The voice, now clearer, seemed to emanate from the very air. JUL-893

A child, no older than five, was playing with a rag doll near the oak. The child’s laugh was pure, unfiltered. Mira felt a strange tug—an emotional resonance that seemed to reverberate through the very fabric of her being. The child turned, and Mira gasped. The child’s face was her own, only younger, hair unstyled, eyes wide with wonder. : The voice, now clearer, seemed to emanate

Elara looks at her wrist-comp. The file named JUL-893 has vanished. In its place is a single entry: : The voice