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The server racks hummed a low, mourning song in the dark. Kaelen’s fingers danced across the holographic console, a ghost’s whisper over light itself. Behind him, the city of Veridia Prime crumbled—not in fire, but in silence. The NeuroScape, humanity’s shared digital soul, had been poisoned by the Technarchs. Thought was crime. Memory was treason.

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