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Elias stepped closer. The console’s pulse synced to the man’s breath. Static whispers curled from its vents, turning syllables into shadow. Elias leaned in and heard his own name.

Elias’s eyes found the man’s face. He knew that cadence of sleep: not ordinary sleep, but the sleep of someone with their hands inside the gears of some terrible dream. The man’s name was Dr. Victor Halden, a neuroengineer whose research into memory compression had been quietly funded by private donors with cleaner suits than the city’s. Halden had gone missing six months before. Now he was back, eyes fluttering beneath lids, lips forming words that were swallowed by the static in the room. the evil withinreloaded portable

Chapter VI — Descent