Marcus slumps at his desk in the dead of night, rubbing his temples, then throws his hands up in silent frustration and collapses back into his chair, staring at the wall of red error text. Steam curls from a cold coffee mug. The monitor's blue glow flickers subtly across his tired face, casting long shadows. Dust motes drift in the light. A crushing, lonely, defeated atmosphere. The camera hol...
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