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Martin Klein sat in the footwell of his desk, the wooden panels around and above him forming a kind of cocoon. He folded his tall frame into the tiny space, his knees up by his chin as he etched into the mahogany with a Swiss pocketknife, the blade kept sharp over the years for just such occasions.
Martin could have had one of the largest offices within the ARKANE Headquarters underneath Trafalgar Square in the heart of London. He certainly deserved it in his role as Head Librarian. He was unofficially known as the Brain of the Institute, responsible for the digital powerhouse of knowledge that ARKANE relied on for research. But while Martin easily lost himself in the technological world accessible through his fingertips and manageable with code, he sometimes found himself overwhelmed
