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Fray was ecstatic as he types on the crystal and cordless keyboard. It is lit in aquamarine light like the rest of his accessory and gadgets. He didn’t even know why he changed it all of a sudden, he always preferred red over shades of blue. Though now that he stares at it, it gives him a sense of calmness he never felt before. He slumped back on his swivel chair lying his head on the gray cushion on top of it while his left arm rested on his forehead and the other freely dangling on the arm rest. Finally he was able to retrieve his files, though something has been bugging him for a while now. After he have gotten all the parts he needed, some words from the codes seemed to be begging for his extra attention. Like it was purposely left there for him to uncover. Tempting enough to pick h
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