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Chapter Eighty-Two — The Synchronization Window

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The countdown to the noon ledger synchronization was measured entirely by the slow movement of the shadow line tracking across the concrete floorboards of Room 314.

The sun's angle against the valley's eastern cliff face changed in increments small enough that each individual shift was imperceptible, but the cumulative movement was visible over the span of minutes — the line of residual light along the base of the shuttered window creeping fractionally toward the room's interior wall, the geome
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