The rain in Tokyo was the kind that didn’t fall; it hovered, a heavy, grey mist that clung to the pavement and seeped into the bones of the city.
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The room was a cavern of wire and silence. It smelled of vacuum tubes and stale coffee. In the center, surrounded by towers of reel-to-reel machines and servers humming like hives of bees, sat a man Elias knew only as 'The Engineer.'