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... n the room thickened with each passing second. The door had crashed open, and there, standing like an apparition in the doorway, was Daniel Zhang—the hacker who had been more of an enigma than anyone had realized. Ethan's mind raced, trying to piece together why Daniel was here, and why now. The last time they had crossed paths, he had been a shadow—a cryptic figure lurking in the background, but one whose presence loomed large.

Daniel's gaze swept the room, landing firs ...

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