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... n-lit towers and holographic billboards, shimmered beneath a crimson haze that no weather forecast could explain. The air itself seemed to hum with an unnatural charge, as if the city’s pulse had synced with something primal, something alive. Newspapers and holo-feeds screamed of a "freak atmospheric event," blaming solar flares or rogue nanotech. But Charles Manson knew better. Standing in his penthouse atop the Obsidian Spire, he could feel it—the city thrummed in rhythm with his Red Core, vib ...
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