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A pause. “What kind of question is that? Yes. Three years ago. Are you drunk?”

But the words followed him. Not literally—not a hallucination, not a voice—but a shape of thought that lodged behind his sternum. You already have the key. He found himself standing in his kitchen, coffee mug halfway to his lips, suddenly uncertain whether he’d actually brewed the coffee or just imagined the motion. He looked down. The mug was warm. Steam rose. But for a long, breathless second, he couldn’t prove he’d made it. Doulci.Activator.v2.3.with.key.epub

The doubt grew teeth.