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I followed the boy to the edge of the eastern quadrant, past the glasshouse where plants sprouted in playlists and the theater that only performed yesterday’s plays. The east smelled different: an ozone of unrolled tape, and beneath it, a stubborn living thing. There were fewer people, and those who remained wore collars of braided wire—ornamental, perhaps, or a practical tether to the scheduler. The buildings here leaned like they were trying to listen.

"Is that… an NPC?" I asked, because the word had a taste, like copper and an old console booting up. journeying in a world of npcs v10 nome

"Why would anyone stay?" I asked the boy less like curiosity and more like accusation. I followed the boy to the edge of