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... Rex found himself somewhere else—somewhere pared down to its bones.
No digital haze. No sound. Just a space stripped of distraction, sharp as a whisper in a cathedral. Something inside him stirred—not with fear, but with focus.
A sterile, endless white void stretched before him — not empty, but exacting. There was no furniture, no ornamentation. Just a single oak desk, an ink-black chair, and a set of graphite pencils, perfectly arranged in a velvet-lined box like surgical tools ...
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