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Leo’s hands hovered over the keyboard. His pulse thrummed in his temples. “Margo?” he typed.

Leo grabbed his phone. No signal. No Wi-Fi. But the museum’s internal log was still updating.

The terminal went dark. Not powered off—dark, like the light had been subtracted from the room. Then, one by one, the server racks began to hum in a pattern. Not random. Rhythmic. Almost melodic.