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LoreEpistemicPraedyth has watched from his cell for longer than he knows how to quantify, sitting inside, looking out.
He's seen so many different timelines. There's no way to know which are real.
From a certain point of view, they might all be.
Some things he recognizes. He sees the Traveler often, though he can't feel its…
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