Prologue The studio was never completely silent. Even in its emptiest hours, when the clock hands crept past midnight and the world outside seemed to hold its breath, there was always the hum of electricity in the walls, the faint hiss of static from the equipment, and the low rumble of the building settling into its own loneliness.
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