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... ector, and far from the sludge of the Lower Sector, at a point that could not be pinpointed on any tactical map of Elysium City.
A room drowned in pitch-black darkness, sticky and heavy like cold tar.
The only thing illuminating that suffocating gloom was a pale, sickly blue glow emanating from advanced computer screens arranged like tombstones, and a small laptop placed on a cold metal table.
The air in the room was thick with the smell of burnt ozone, stale spoiled coff ...
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