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He looked up. For the first time that afternoon, he didn’t see a test. He saw a key.

Her client, a man named Mateo who listed his occupation as “architect,” nodded. He had requested the WAIS-IV evaluation himself. “I feel foggy,” he’d said on the phone. “Like the blueprints in my head have turned to scribbles.” He was only thirty-four.

By the time they reached Matrix Reasoning , Elena had begun to suspect the problem wasn’t in his mind, but in the interface between his mind and the world. He could see the abstract patterns—the spiraling triangles, the alternating colors—but when he tried to explain why the missing piece belonged there, his words came out as tangled nets.