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“What’s on the other side?” she asked.

The memories from previous cycles began to bleed together. Not as a clear timeline, but as dreams. In one dream, she was screaming at Vlad, her fists against his chest. In another, she was laughing, showing him a drawing she had made. She could never remember which was real, or if both were. Vlad -W006- Veronica 61-68

“Because you’re not supposed to remember at all. And you’re certainly not supposed to make me remember.” “What’s on the other side

Veronica stood up. Vlad stood up.

Vlad reached into his pocket. He pulled out a small key—brass, old-fashioned, nothing that belonged in this sterile room. He placed it on the floor between them. but as dreams. In one dream

When Vlad came, she asked him, “Am I the first?”