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The video cut back to the pristine breakroom. But now, something was wrong with the time. The calendar was flipping. Pages tore off violently, blown by a wind that didn't exist in the sealed room. October 1998 became November, then December, then years blurred by. 1999. 2005. 2012. Kaelen's hand hovered over the keyboard

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