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The corridor opens into a chamber drawn as neatly as a theorem. Four channels meet beneath a suspended field of white light. When the objects settle into their sockets, the light steadies into a recognisable geometry: not the Astulae, but the laboratory address from which your first jump was torn.

The system offers return without comfort. You may go home, but you will not go home unchanged.

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