The Faded Portrait

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The silence in the atrium of the Grand Meridian Institute was not an absence of sound, but a heavy, suffocating presence, a thick velvet curtain drawn tight over the throbbing, electric hum of the server racks that lined the far wall. Elias Thorne stood before the central archive, his fingers hovering over the cold glass interface, feeling the vibration of the data stream like a pulse against...

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