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A sharp static hiss rang through his cochlear implants. Elias winced, clutching his temple. The air around him shimmered. The pristine white walls of the station flickered. For a microsecond, they looked like rotting concrete, covered in moss and rust.

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The roar cut out instantly. The red box dissolved into pixels, then into dust. A sharp static hiss rang through his cochlear implants

It was 2:00 AM. Inga took a sip of cold coffee and looked at the terminal on her screen. they looked like rotting concrete

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