“Your window is closing,” she said.
“Why do you keep telling me that?” he replied. “I said I don’t care.”
I have to. Full disclosure, you know. She slipped into thought transfer.
“It doesn’t matter,” he said.
If you have any doubts, now is your last chance to leave. I need to know you fully understand.
Tendrils of glowing matter, etheric mycelial roots, exuded from her fingertips. They burrowed into the soft skin at the back of his neck as she embraced him.
If he felt it, he didn’t protest. He gave himself over fully to the inoculation.
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