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Chapter 2: The Hacker System
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... nded heavily in the small room. It echoed against the bare walls.
Sitting on one side of a cold, metallic table was a teenager. He couldn’t have been more than seventeen, with a mess of jet-black hair and piercing blue eyes. He looked like any other student you might pass on the street, save for the heavy metallic chains binding his wrists to the chair.
More telling than the restraints, however, was the expression in those blue eyes—a profound, bone-deep exhaustion that spoke vol ...
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