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A screen unfolded from the bench with a soft pulse. Lines of text scrolled—no headers, no pleasantries—just a map of the city and a single blinking dot. A voice, neither feminine nor masculine but intimate in its clarity, said, "You were found by pattern. You answered." na4hzvuxzlbenx7u
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Mara slid the cylinder into a slot beneath the vault's console. The system recognized the code and hesitated—something in its handshake was unfamiliar. Outside, sirens started their long, mechanical wail. The Council's defenders moved like well-oiled machines, precise and unblinking. sirens started their long