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It wasn't a link. It wasn't a command he recognized. It was just a string of text, scribbled on a sticky note found behind a server rack in a data center being decommissioned. The note was yellowed, the ink fading. The rack had belonged to a company called "MirrorGlass Interactive," defunct for seven years.
23:61:02 . An impossible timestamp. A minute that doesn't exist. A glitch in time.
The file path was all Marcus had: view/indexframe.shtml .
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