The screen went black for three heartbeats. Then, a white progress bar appeared, crawling from left to right like a slow dawn.
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He leaned back. The chair creaked. Somewhere in the walls, a pipe sighed. And for the first time in months, the silence felt clean. format disk c
Not a tombstone. A title page. Would you like a more technical, poetic, or narrative-driven version? The screen went black for three heartbeats
Format disk C:? (Y/N)