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The air grew cold. The reactor’s hum dropped to a low, groaning bass. On the secondary monitor, he watched the core’s spin rate tick past the redline. 1,200 RPM… 1,500… The fabric of his desk lamp started to flicker—not with electricity, but with time . For a split second, it was a kerosene lantern. Then an LED bulb. Then a candle.

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Aris blinked. Security question? He’d set that up during onboarding, hungover, on his first day. The air grew cold