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The neon sign flickering above the entrance of "The Rusty Circuit" cast a jagged, trembling shadow across Kael’s face. He sat hunched in the far corner booth, his laptop tethered to the café’s power grid via a ruggedized orange cable. Outside, the rain hammered against the durasteel pavement of Sector 4, but inside, Kael was focused on the storm brewing on his screen.

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