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He thought of the contractor who had come in two nights ago—confident, professional, an accent that didn't match any local dialect. The contractor had signed one stack of documents, smiled, and left at dawn. No one had asked enough questions. One function called BLOODSTREAM_ INIT() executed a handshake
Meera tapped keys. "Chaos. Distraction. But more than that… a message."