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Then, as if the tension in the room had only been waiting for Elias to leave, he exhaled and reached for the intercom.
"Send Ashwin up. Now," he said, and disconnected without waiting for a reply.
The phone on his desk still sat like a curse, inert but humming with implication. Voicemails. Maybe a corrupted file. Her voice. He didn’t believe in ghosts, but he’d seen too many people rise from the dead in the last decade to dismiss the possibility of deliberate misdire ...
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