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And just like that, it hits you what it is—and before you know it, you're tearing through cardboard and old tape.
"No…nope, not this one…why are there so many vases in here?"
As you rip through the last box on the desk, you pause. You hold your breath. You feel a golden light shining on your face through the window as you look down, eyes watering in anticipation—in awe of what you're seeing.
"Arctus—I can't believe it. It's here. After all this time…."
Your hands shiver; the room feels suddenly cold as you reach into the box. Even Arctus sits perfectly still.
"After all this time…I've found it."
You wait for just a second—you lick your lips, tasting electricity—and at last you pull an old, dusty laptop out of the box.
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