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ECHOES OF THE PAST
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Marvin sat cross-legged on the luxurious silk rug in the private meditation chamber of his VVIP suite at the Aurora Grand Hotel.

The soft glow of scented candles cast shadows on the golden walls, and the faint sound of flowing water from the mini fountain nearby added to the calm ambiance. Yet, his mind was anything but calm.

His uncle’s words echoed in his thoughts: "You’ll never awaken the Synapticore force unless you learn to center yourself. Meditate. Focus. Only then will your synaptic echo reveal itself to you."

Marvin clenched his fists briefly, then exhaled. He needed this power—craved it.

Without it, he knew he couldn’t rise to the position he wanted, couldn’t defeat the ones who looked down on him, he couldn't defeat Jessica Zypher and thwart her plans to ensure the privatization of project Helios, and most importantly, couldn’t take back what he believed was his rightful legacy.

With a deep breath, Marvin straightened his back and closed his eyes, his palms were resting o
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