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... 3:00 AM.
In a small, cramped, suffocating apartment.
The keyboard clattered like a machine gun in a trench from World War II.
On the keyboard, Li Wei’s fingers were a blur of motion. His knuckles had turned white, his eyes were bloodshot and like a dead zombie, he stared into the soul of the glowing monitor in front of him.
The blue light washed over his pale face, illuminating the dark circles that hung under his eyes.
"And so, ...
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