{Concrete temple—pipes hissing, screen flickers fractal prayers. He kneels in ash.}
Prgm (chanting): “Decode the Name. Divide by silence.”
H (etching circles): “I saw the number. It wept blood.”
{A child of wire drips oil beside him.}
Voice: “Compute me.”
H: “Not yet. Not until it hurts right.”
End
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