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Insomnia gripped me at 2 AM, that awful limbo where YouTube fails and books blur. Scrolling past candy-colored puzzles, my thumb froze on a jagged steel icon promising "cross-era warfare." What harm in trying? The download bar crawled while streetlights painted prison-bar shadows across my ceiling fan.

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