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As the progress bar crept forward, the room grew cold. The extraction wasn't just moving bits to the hard drive; it was rehydrating a ghost.

The monitor began to glow with symbols that looked like a cross between geometry and poetry. The Last Word language1.7z

Whispers began to leak from the speakers—not static, but the sound of a thousand crowded markets in a tongue Elias couldn't name. As the progress bar crept forward, the room grew cold