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Strap in — Excerpt 4 is where the

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EXCERPT 4 — The Place That Shouldn’t

Exist

The building did not appear on any

map.
Arin checked twice.
Then three times.
Still nothing.
No name.​
No outline.​
No indication that a massive
concrete-and-glass structure sitting
between two abandoned
warehouses even existed.
Yet there it was.
Silent.​
Unmarked.​
Watching.
“This is it?” Arin asked, staring up
at the blank façade.
Mira nodded.​
“Welcome to the Null Institute.”
“That sounds,” he said carefully,​
“deeply illegal.”
She almost smiled.
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The entrance opened without a

door.
One moment the wall was solid.
The next, it folded inward like liquid
stone, revealing a wide corridor
glowing with soft white light.
Arin stopped short.
“Okay,” he said, pointing,​
“that definitely violates several
laws of physics.”
Mira stepped inside without
hesitation.​
“So does breathing, if you think
about it too hard.”
“That is not reassuring.”
But he followed her anyway.
The wall sealed behind them with
a whisper.
Instantly, the outside world
vanished.
No street noise.​
No wind.​
No city hum.
Just quiet.
And space.
The corridor stretched farther than
should’ve been possible, bending
gently like it refused to obey
straight lines.
Arin’s skin prickled.
“This place feels… bigger,” he said
slowly.​
“On the inside.”
Mira glanced at him sharply.​
“You noticed that?”
“Is that bad?”
“No,” she said.​
“It’s impressive.”
That somehow felt worse.
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People moved through the halls.

Lots of them.
Some wore plain dark clothing.​
Others had devices strapped to
their arms or glowing lenses over
one eye.​
A few looked barely older than
Arin.
All of them shared one thing:
They looked tired.
Not sleepy.
Worn.
Like people who carried
knowledge they could never
unlearn.
As Mira walked, heads turned.
Whispers followed.
“Is that—”​
“No way…”​
“How did he—?”
Arin leaned closer to her.​
“Am I imagining the staring, or am I
officially a problem?”
“You’re not imagining it,” she said
quietly.​
“And yes.”
Great.
They stopped before a wide
circular room.
No doors.​
Just smooth walls etched with faint
silver patterns—​
the same crack-like symbols he’d
seen everywhere since the flicker.
Mira pressed her palm against the
wall.
It opened.

The room inside was enormous.

A circular chamber with tiered
platforms descending toward a
central floor.
Floating holograms filled the air—​
fractured skies, shifting diagrams,
impossible geometries rotating
slowly.
And standing at the center—
Five people.
Older than Mira.​
Sharper somehow.
They didn’t look surprised.
Which scared Arin more than if
they had.
One of them stepped forward.
A tall woman with silver-streaked
hair and eyes that missed nothing.
“So,” she said calmly,​
“this is the boy who closed a live
breach.”
Arin swallowed.
“I’d like to clarify,” he said,​
“that it was mostly panic and poor
decision-making.”
A few of them exchanged looks.
The woman raised an eyebrow.
“…He jokes.”
“Under stress,” Mira added.
“That’s worse,” another voice
muttered.
The silver-haired woman
approached Arin slowly.
He resisted the urge to step back.
“What’s your name?” she asked.
“Arin.”
“Kale,” Mira said.
Recognition flickered instantly
through the group.
The woman’s expression changed.
Subtle.
But unmistakable.
“…Interesting,” she murmured.
Arin did not like that word.

They sat him down.

Not roughly.
Not kindly either.
Like scientists positioning a fragile
instrument.
The silver-haired woman circled
him slowly.
“My name is Director Hale,” she
said.​
“And you are standing inside the
last line of defense between your
world and extinction.”
Arin blinked.
“Oh.”
She continued, unbothered.
“For centuries, reality has been
protected by a barrier—​
a structural boundary separating
our universe from adjacent ones.”
“Adjacent,” Arin echoed weakly.
“Some are empty,” Hale said.​
“Some are hostile.”
Mira crossed her arms.
“And lately,” she added,​
“the barrier has been failing faster
than predicted.”
Hale stopped in front of Arin.
“Most humans cannot perceive
this,” she said.​
“Their minds reject the
information.”
“But I can,” Arin said quietly.
“Yes,” Hale replied.​
“And that is the problem.”
His stomach dropped.

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They showed him recordings.
Cities dissolving into darkness.​
Skies tearing open like paper.​
Creatures half-formed and
screaming without sound.
All stopped just in time.
All hidden.
“All of these breaches were sealed
by trained operatives,” Hale said.​
“Using technology. Ritualized
methods. Years of preparation.”
She paused the projection.
“None were sealed by an untrained
teenager in under ten seconds.”
Everyone looked at Arin.
He raised a hand slightly.
“Again,” he said,​
“panic.”
“No,” Hale said softly.​
“Instinct.”
She leaned closer.
“You didn’t close the breach with a
device,” she continued.​
“You synchronized with the barrier
itself.”
The room felt colder.
“What does that mean?” Arin
asked.
Hale straightened.
“It means the barrier recognizes
you.”
Silence followed.
Mira’s eyes widened.
“That’s not possible,” she said.​
“The barrier isn’t sentient.”
“Not fully,” Hale agreed.​
“But it adapts.”
She looked back at Arin.
“And it adapts to anchors.”
Arin’s throat went dry.
“…Anchors?”
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“Anchors,” Hale said,​

“are rare individuals whose
existence stabilizes reality around
them.”
Arin laughed weakly.
“That sounds like something you
tell someone right before their life
gets ruined.”
Hale did not smile.
“There have only been a handful in
recorded history,” she continued.​
“They burn out quickly. Or are
destroyed.”
Arin stopped laughing.
“Destroyed by what?”
Hale met his gaze.
“By what’s trying to get in.”
A low hum filled the chamber.
One of the holograms flickered
violently.
Silver fractures raced across its
surface.
A warning alarm pulsed—soft but
urgent.
An assistant spoke quickly.
“Director, breach activity just
spiked across three regions.”
Hale turned sharply.
“How bad?”
The assistant swallowed.
“…Global.”
Every screen lit up at once.
Cracks.
Everywhere.
The room tensed.
Mira looked at Arin.
And for the first time since they
met—
She looked afraid for him, not the
world.
Hale’s voice cut through the chaos.
“The barrier is responding to you,”
she said.​
“And now so is everything on the
other side.”
Arin’s hands curled into fists.
“So what,” he said quietly,​
“I’m just… bait?”
Hale didn’t deny it.
“No,” she said.​
“You’re the lock.”
The alarms grew louder.
Silver light surged across the
projections.
Hale turned back to him, eyes
fierce.
“And locks,” she said,​
“don’t get to choose whether
they’re needed.”
Arin stared at the screens.
At the breaking sky.
At the truth crashing down on him
all at once.
And realized something terrifying:
This wasn’t about survival
anymore.
It was about whether reality itself
could afford to keep him alive.
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