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Inside, the air smelled of ozone, stale coffee, and the metallic tang of old solder. Arthur, a man whose face was a roadmap of missed opportunities, sat hunched over a workbench cluttered with circuit boards and half-disassembled drones. He rubbed his eyes, exhaustion making the world blur at the edges.

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