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Previously

…He sat in the sterile anonymity of a rented room, the city lights outside painting fractured patterns on the dusty windowpane. Each flicker was a jolt, each distant siren a confirmation of the chaos he’d once tried to tame. The Architect. The name itself was a whisper, a shadow that had coalesced from the fragmented data, the cryptic warnings, the sheer, overwhelming weight of the conspiracy. It wasn’t a person, not in the way Kael understood people. It was a force, a blueprint, a chillingly logical entity that saw humanity as