INT. CALDER’S WORKSHOP – NIGHT
Dim light from monitors and a lone desk lamp casts long shadows. The extraction rig hums, cables coiled like veins. Calder Rook, early 30s, silver streak in black hair, works with precise motions, cigarette burning beside an open, silent pocket watch. On the monitor, amid a client’s memories, a boy appears — silver-streaked, laughing — staring straight at him. Calder snaps the watch shut. Click.
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10/08/2025