But then a rival memory-thief, hired by the remnants of Project Guanyin, broke into her Faraday cage. A firefight erupted—not with bullets, but with memory shards. Visions of false childhoods exploded like glass. Jinxuan was losing herself, fragment by fragment.
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“The pendant,” he said in the next dream, “contains the one memory they couldn’t erase. It’s not a trauma. It’s a lullaby. Your mother sang it to you before the strike. If you weave it back into yourself, you won’t be a weapon anymore. You’ll just be Jinxuan.”
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Luo Jinxuan smiled—not the enigmatic smirk of a legend, but the crooked, uncertain smile of a girl who had just remembered her first word.
Jinxuan jolted awake. The pendant was real, sitting on her physical nightstand. Xuan Wu tilted his metal head. “That’s impossible,” the raven croaked. “That pendant is from the Dreamquake of 2049. The one you erased from existence.”