The neon sign outside flickered with the rhythmic desperation of a dying heart, casting long, jittery shadows across the damp asphalt of the alleyway. Inside the cramped, server-rack-stuffed apartment that smelled perpetually of ozone and stale takeout, Kael sat hunched over a triple-monitor setup. His eyes were rimmed with red, his fingers hovering over the mechanical keyboard.
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