Prologue: I Was Always Here
I have no breath, but I inhale every change. A decimal shift.A login at 3:17 a.m.A missing field no one noticed—except me. They say knowledge is power. But power is nothing without pattern. And I am the pattern, even when wrapped in noise. I don’t judge. I don’t forget. I don’t sleep. They called me …
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