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The servers didn't crash with a bang. They went silent — the way the most catastrophic things always do. No alarm. No warning light. Just a mainframe holding eleven years of proprietary architecture slowly receiving a command it had been built to obey, from the only hand it had ever truly belonged to. Somewhere across the city, in a penthouse that smelled like expensive decisions and quiet resentment, Leah set her keycard on the marble island with the precision of a woman who had already calcula