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dnrweqffuwjtx = "I am the question that answers itself."

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Elara woke up screaming. But the scream came out as the string. Her vocal cords, her tongue, her very breath—they no longer belonged to her. She was a phoneme now. A single, wandering sound in a cosmic sentence being written by something with infinitely many fingers. dnrweqffuwjtx = "I am the question that answers itself

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