She stepped back into the Way, the endless power of order comforting her, but she still shivered internally at what she’d just seen. Iteration 943 had been erased. “What could do that?” she asked her Presence. [Request denied,] her Presence said. Without her permission, the ghostly doll formed in front of her, looking at her with its featureless face. The construct couldn’t truly disobey her, but it could act independently when it needed to. This time, it sensed that she was looking away from an uncomfortable truth, and it met her with a gaze that had no eyes. [You already know.] There was
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