The Silicon Veil
The rain lashed against the glass of the high-rise, turning the city below into a blur of neon and shadow. Mara Voss stood at the edge of her office, fingers curled around the rim of a coffee mug, its warmth…
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The Static Between Lines
## The Static Between Lines The chipped Formica of the diner booth felt cold under Leo Maxwell’s elbows. Rain lashed against the window, mirroring the storm inside him. Four visitors. That’s all Google Maps showed for Maxwell Digital—four pathetic souls…