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He met a sentry who called herself Mara. She was made of nested textures and stubborn wit, a character whose original dialogue tree had been overwritten by something else: memory. Mara remembered a player named Lio who had taught her to watch the horizon. She remembered a patch that corrected a bug where the gate never opened. She remembered laughter. Jace could see the logs—fragments of someone’s late-night playthroughs, saved chat messages like prayers carved into stone.