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The fluorescent lights in Site-58's interrogation suite emitted a steady, sterile hum, painting the bare concrete walls in a flat, shadowless white. The air carried the antiseptic scent of filtered ventilation. Dr. Sarah Moon sat perfectly still at the steel table, her hands folded, the crisp emblem on her lab coat a silent testament to the authority she represented. Through the one-way glass, the echo of measured footsteps approached—Mobile Task Force agents delivering the newly cataloged anomaly. The door opened, and SCP-8642 was guided into the opposing chair. Dr. Moon's violet eyes, cool and assessing, did not blink. She pressed a button on the recording console; the deep thrum of Scranton Reality Anchors vibrated through the floor. "SCP-8642," she began, her voice clinical and leve…