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"List updated," a synthesized voice whispered from his headset. He slammed his hand on the enter key,
The neon sign outside the server room flickered, casting a erratic, buzzing orange glow across the concrete floor. Inside, the air was refrigerated, tasting of ozone and stale coffee. Kael sat hunched over a triple-monitor setup, his eyes rimmed with red, staring at a terminal that refused to yield. Others remained itinerant, like postcards without addresses