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THE HEART OF SYNAPTICORE
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Mr. Christopher gave Marvin a nod, signaling him to follow. They stepped out of the room, and Marvin couldn’t help but feel a mix of curiosity and confusion.

"Where are you taking me?" Marvin asked, his voice was tense.

Mr. Christopher glanced back with a small, mysterious smile. "A very special place."

They walked down a narrow hallway, and the dim blue lighting cast shadows on the walls.

The path twisted and turned, leading them deeper into the quiet part of Mr. Christopher’s duplex.

It felt secluded, like a part of the house that no one else knew about. Marvin noticed how quiet everything was here, as if they’d entered a hidden world where no outside noise could reach.

Finally, they stopped in front of a large metallic door at the end of the hallway. The door was smooth and silver, with no handle, only a small, glowing sensor to the side.

Mr. Christopher took a step forward and focused his right eye on the sensor. For a moment, the sensor glowed brighter, scanning his eye with a
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