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Mara realized the truth: Every soul it devoured became a failed self-portrait, a thing that couldn’t want enough to escape. That night, she tapped the icon
The screen went black. Then: . Carved from her father’s laughter, its handle a tiny duck head. When she opened it, the iPad’s glass softened , becoming a membrane. She stepped through. No grid
“Dad?”
The city dissolved.