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I looked at my hands. They were starting to fade at the edges, like a photograph left in the sun.

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That’s when I understood. The Committee didn’t send me to investigate Room 404. They sent me to become part of it. I wasn’t the first Agent R. Deadeyes. I was just the latest iteration. The man in the mirror—Mr. November—wasn’t a guest. He was the hotel. The hotel was a trap for consciousness, a recursive loop designed to harvest the moment of decision. I looked at my hands

“R. Deadeyes,” he said. His voice came from everywhere and nowhere, like an echo in a room with no walls. “I’ve been waiting for you since the last time you died.” The data shows this network reroutes traffic from

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