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... way, deep within the converted laboratory grounds, incandescent filaments hummed softly. Not from oil. Not from coal. Not from lines strung like the arteries of a sickly, wheezing world. But from the very breath of the Earth itself.
Electricity, pure and unbound, flowed through the air like a second atmosphere—neither visible nor entirely comprehensible. But it was real. The lights did not flicker. The machines did not stutter. The energy remained stable, day and night, drawn from harmon ...
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