[Kael — Waking Into a Lie]
He sat at his writing desk.
Staring at a letter.
His own handwriting.
His own seal.
Addressed to Arin.
But he didn’t remember writing it.
Still… the words were perfect.
Poetic.
Exactly what she would’ve needed, if she were pulling away.
Except
They weren’t his words.
The sentence structure was too clean.
No hesitation.
No edge of sorrow.
Not like him.
He turned the parchment over.
On the back, faintly burned in the fibers, were the words:
> “Corrected: Echo.”
[System Alert – Suppressed]
[Memory Drift 12%]
[Core Authority Signal Echoing in Background Processes]
[Warning: Host remains unaware]
[Arin — Dreaming of the Wrong Kael]
She stood in the garden again.
But not with Kael.
With the other one.
The clean Kael.
He had no shadows in
