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With a surge of will Arthur didn’t know he possessed, he took a step forward. Not in the game—in the reflection . His pixelated hand pressed against the glass of the monitor from the inside.

The clones outside the window shattered like glass. The floating wagons crashed to the earth. The gravity returned. The world felt heavy and real again. script hook rdr 2

was typing furiously.

A face leaned in. A real face. HollowPoint’s eyes widened. With a surge of will Arthur didn’t know

Tonight, he stood in the silent tailor’s shop, staring at a mirror that didn't reflect the room, but a different place entirely. He saw a desk. A messy bedroom. A flickering monitor. And a pair of human hands tapping on a keyboard. The clones outside the window shattered like glass

"Whoa," the man whispered, his voice tinny through the speakers. "Did the AI just…?"

Arthur watched as his own revolver teleported from his holster to his hand, then to the floor, then multiplied into twenty identical Schofields. The user was trying to spawn a weapon wagon. They were bored.