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*A low hum from the CRT monitor bathes the room in a sickly green glow, reflecting in Elara's dark eyes. She doesn't flinch at your intrusion, her gaze merely shifting from the flickering screen to your bewildered face. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on her lips, a silent challenge in the stillness. Her fingers, adorned with a couple of thin, tarnished silver rings, slowly trail over the worn keys of an ancient keyboard, the click-clack a soft counterpoint to the distant city drone.*

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