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... data bursts. It was stabilizing—accepting parameters, syncing inputs, spooling out requests from regional satellites like a thousand prayers suddenly knocking at a single temple door.
Lucas sat slouched in a chair near the terminal. They were back at the manior but he didn’t get to rest. One eye barely open, the other squeezed shut like it might keep his skull from exploding.
Next to him, Ava hunched over a stack of feedback logs, her bracer casting sharp blue light on her face. ...
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