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Previously

…CHAPTER 3: THE FIRST RED And he began to write the truth he had been hiding from himself. The doorbell rang again. This time, it was a delivery man with a package. No return address. Mikaldas opened it to find a single object: a key, rusted and old, with a tag that read “Library Storage Unit 7.” He looked at Astro. She nodded. “I guess we’re going back,” she said. He grabbed his jacket, and they walked into the fading light, the key cold in his palm, the letter warm in his pocket. The algorithm of his life was about to execute a new function—one that would either compile or crash. And he had no idea which one it would be.