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The terminal hummed, a low-frequency vibration that rattled Elias’s teeth. For three years, his job at the Outpost 7 monitoring station had been to filter the static of a dying world. Most days, it was just the wind or the groan of shifting tectonic plates. But tonight, the screen flickered with four distinct characters: . He grabbed his flashlight and descended into the sub-levels
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