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“Mira,” he said.

The Portal whispered in his ear: “Closing in ten seconds. Final decision, Director.”

He had two choices: take her back to a world where her son never existed, where she would wake up in a stranger’s life. Or leave her here, happy and ignorant, and return alone to his empty apartment, his cold desk, his thousandth transit marked only by a quiet chime. igt portal

He nodded. “More than I loved the truth.”

“Personal. Designation: Retrieval.”

The air on the other side was warm, soft, real. Mira was at the stove, her back to him, humming an old song. Their dog, a golden retriever who had died three years ago in his world, lay sleeping on the rug.

“Dad?” the boy said. Then he looked at the real Kaelen. “Who’s that?” “Mira,” he said

The IGT Portal hummed behind him, waiting.