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... hing, light going cold. She wrestled it down like it owed her money.
"Eyes up," she hissed. "Stay sharp. It’s trying to crawl inside your head."
"Noted," I said, and didn’t look, and felt it anyway.
The System nudged my vision with a line of calm text like this was an email:
[Warning: Illusion-Class Hostile — The Grief-Singer (A+ → S- Threat)]
[Recommendation: Anchor stability, auditory dampeners, emotional tether]
"Emotional tether?" I said. "Wow, ...
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