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Elias felt a cold sweat break out on his neck. He tried to speak, to shout for his coworker Sarah who was three desks away, but his jaw clamped shut. It felt exactly like a system hang—like the "Busy" spinner on a webpage, but applied to a human body. acpi\fnbt0000

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