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... in timid spirals to the motion sensors on the ceiling. The aroma of bitter, almost burnt coffee filled the cold room on the eighth floor of Daejin Entertainment, where the main servers of BloodRealm pulsed like artificial hearts.
Elliot Shard stared at the screen with glazed eyes behind his thick glasses. He blinked slowly, as if each line of code in front of him were a poem that only he could read. His hair—an untamed mass of dark strands à la Harry Potter—stuck out in all directions, b ...
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