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“Is it true you can see the old memories?” he asked, his voice too steady for a twelve-year-old.

Elara hesitated. The protocol demanded honesty. “No. You will remember nothing from before. The chamber writes a new identity directly onto the neural substrate. It’s a clean slate.” migration chamber

Elara Morn was the tenth Migration Officer. Her job was simple: sit beside the chair, hold the hand of each passenger, and tell them they would not feel a thing. She had done this nine thousand, four hundred and twelve times. The nine thousand, four hundred and thirteenth was a boy named Kael. “Is it true you can see the old memories

“No,” Elara said. “The migration overwrites everything. That’s the point.” hold the hand of each passenger