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Dhaval shone the light onto the dark glass of the turned-off monitor.
"Dhaval," Jigar whispered. "Look at the reflection."
It was a reflection. But not theirs.
The "x264" turned into two distinct coordinates:
Once you provide these details, I can write the appropriate paper for you.
As the percentage climbed—10%, 20%, 40%—the café seemed to grow quieter. The rain started outside, hammering against the tin roof. It was the perfect atmosphere for a horror movie, but an unsettling thought crept into Dhaval’s mind.