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        <description>✠ Deus Vult ✠</description>
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            <title>chapter1</title>
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            <description>CHAPTER 1 — Wrong Kind of Fast (Rewrite)

The Afterlife didn’t change for noise.

Didn’t care about rumors.

It only shifted when something didn’t fit.

Ace felt it before Rogue spoke.

Not a sound.

A gap.

Conversations still moved—

but they bent around them.</description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 13 Apr 2026 07:07:05 +0000</pubDate>
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            <title>chapter2</title>
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            <description>CHAPTER 2 — Scene Without Cause (Rewrite)

The place still smelled like it had happened.

Not blood.

Not heat.

Timing.

Something had already moved through here—

and everything else had arrived too late.

Ace stepped in first.

No pause.

Nothing to react to.</description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 13 Apr 2026 07:08:33 +0000</pubDate>
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            <title>chapter3</title>
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            <description>CHAPTER 3 — Talking Too Late (Rewrite)

He didn’t come back.

He was there.

The hallway outside—

empty—

then not.

Ace didn’t turn.

She moved.

Turning meant choosing a moment.

She was already past that.

The strike arrived—

not fast—</description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 13 Apr 2026 07:09:59 +0000</pubDate>
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            <title>chapter4</title>
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            <description>CHAPTER 4 — Negative Time (Rewrite)

The room didn’t reset.

It thinned.

Like something had been pulled out—

but not removed.

Ace held her position.

Didn’t chase.

Didn’t adjust.

That wasn’t how this worked.

Mai’s focus moved past the exits.</description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 13 Apr 2026 07:11:25 +0000</pubDate>
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            <title>chapter5</title>
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            <description>CHAPTER 5 — Breaking Sequence (Rewrite)

He felt it.

That was new.

Not pain.

Delay.

Small.

But real.

Ace didn’t pull back.

Didn’t reset.

Didn’t give him space—

to get ahead again.

She stayed inside the gap.

Where nothing aligned.</description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 13 Apr 2026 07:12:58 +0000</pubDate>
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            <title>chapter6</title>
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            <description>CHAPTER 6 — Aftermath Delay (Rewrite)

The city didn’t notice.

It never did.

By the time anyone got there—

it had already happened.

Not cleaned.

Not contained.

Just—

past the point where it could be changed.

Ace stepped out into the street.</description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 13 Apr 2026 07:14:34 +0000</pubDate>
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            <title>epilogue</title>
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            <description>EPILOGUE — Margin of Delay (Rewrite)

The city moved.

It always did.

Ace didn’t watch the people.

She watched where they weren’t.

The spaces between steps.

Between intent—

and the moment it became real.

There had been no space.

That was the problem.</description>
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            <pubDate>Mon, 13 Apr 2026 07:15:57 +0000</pubDate>
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