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It was the rhythmic strike of a hammer against an anvil, echoing not from the street, but from the stairwell of his own apartment building. Elias lived in a pre-war walk-up in Brooklyn, known for its creaking wood and peeling paint. But as he stepped into the hallway, the air felt cold—metallic.

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The rar file wasn't a collection of drawings. It was a seed.