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... ating interface just hovered in front of him like a stubborn ghost. For a moment, nothing happened. Just silence. Static stillness. Only a timer blinking in a cold, digital font:
17:11
17:10
17:09
17:08
And so on...
"...Huh?"
Nolan squinted. "Where the hell is the search bar?"
No buttons. No interface icons. No floating keyboard. Not even a damn blinking cursor. Just the timer counting down and a translucent border that softly pulse ...
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