Tio nodded, staring at the screen one last time. The palm trees on the banner were still swaying in a digital breeze, indifferent to the quiet desperation of the night. He stepped out into the warm rain, the four numbers burned into his retinas like a neon sign.
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The room went silent. The tension was thick enough to choke the slow-moving ceiling fan. The fourth ball rattled in the plastic tube, dancing on the edge of the rim. It felt like an eternity before it finally clicked into place.
The screen flickered. A video feed, grainy and delayed, popped into a small window. A plastic drum began to spin.
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