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Skrall was born beneath an abandoned exchange, where old charts, dead orders, and broken wires whispered through the floorboards. One night, the screens went black, and when the signal returned, his eyes had turned into spirals. Now he hears the market before it moves, following ink, instinct, and the strange noise inside the walls