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The neon sign buzzed with a low, rhythmic hum, casting a flickering violet light over the rusted metal gate. Painted in crude, dripping white letters across the barrier was the phrase that had become Elias’s entire world: Continue para o ponto de verificação 1. As he moved, his boots crunched on glass and silicon