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leaned over consoles that required no buttons. They
made small motions with their fingers, as if tidying
air.
One technician noticed the movement at the
tunnel’s mouth. His expression did not change. He
spoke backwards to the nearest colleague, a gentle
stream of anti-language that smoothed the room.
Zhara exhaled. “Redactors,” she said. “Half
human. Half listening post.”
3. The Map
Carolina slid sideways into the reflection
between panes—an angle where she vanished to
the human eye but her shadow betrayed her to the
wrong kind of glass. She crouched by a terminal
embedded in the floor, its screen the color of clean
bone.
Folder names in a tidy serif font:
Mirror_Sequence
Memory_Hygiene
Silence_Map_v1.0
She touched the last.
A diagram unfolded. Not a map of roads or
cables, but of probabilities. Whole neighborhoods
rendered as heat—where disagreement would
likely form, which streets taught children to argue,
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