The room seemed to hold its breath.
The cursor spun. The rain lashed against the window. The printer, sitting silently on the bench, suddenly whirred to life. The power light began to blink rapidly—a chaotic, desperate pulse.
The room seemed to hold its breath.
The cursor spun. The rain lashed against the window. The printer, sitting silently on the bench, suddenly whirred to life. The power light began to blink rapidly—a chaotic, desperate pulse.

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