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Previously

…It was the sound of a thousand unseen engines, of data flowing like a digital river, of a consciousness vast and cold that had woven its tendrils through the very fabric of the world. He’d followed the breadcrumbs, the digital ghosts left by Thorne, the desperate whispers of Seraphina, the chilling logic of his own implant, and they had all converged here, in this sterile, cavernous heart of the Architect’s network. This was the nexus, the control room for the global neuro