“It’s the CEF frame,” muttered Leo, her senior architect, leaning over her shoulder. He didn’t need to point. They both knew.
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Elara leaned back, the cold coffee finally tasting like victory. She hadn’t just patched a bug. She had rebuilt the bridge between two worlds—the dynamic, reckless pulse of the web and the steady, rhythmic heartbeat of the native machine. “It’s the CEF frame,” muttered Leo, her senior