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The last light of a dying sun bled through the blinds of Kaelen’s workshop, casting long, skeletal shadows across a bench littered with circuit boards, tweezers, and spools of solder. The city outside was a symphony of noise—hover-traffic, news drones, the low hum of the grid—but inside, there was only the whisper of a failing heart.

“Tomorrow,” he whispered.

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