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The rain didn't just fall in the Sunless District; it clung to the skin like oil. Kael sat in the corner of a flickering soy-noodle stall, his eyes fixed on the cracked screen of a vintage deck. On the display, a progress bar crawled forward with agonizing slowness.

The physical stall, the rain, and the chrome-faced man dissolved into pillars of golden light. Kael wasn't running through the streets anymore; he was falling through the architecture of a god. The Sunless District was gone. download-im1-tenebrarum-2-ipa

He was inside the Tenebrarum now, and for the first time in his life, he could see everything. The rain didn't just fall in the Sunless

The air grew cold. The Blue Pulse outside intensified, turning the rain into falling diamonds of neon light. Kael felt the heat radiating from his deck; the processor was screaming, struggling to wrap the alien architecture of the IPA into a readable format. The physical stall, the rain, and the chrome-faced

"Almost there," Kael whispered, his fingers twitching over the haptic keys.

A shadow fell over the table. It wasn't a hound, but something worse: a Collector. The man was draped in a coat of shimmering fiber-optics, his face a smooth mask of polished chrome.

Kael finally looked up. He smiled, a jagged thing in the dim light. "I've spent my whole life in the dark. What's a few more minutes?"