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Chapter 111: What the Listening Holds

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5:33 AM — Sector H, Mid-Ravine Monitoring Grid

Light crept slowly, filtered through tall mist that hadn't dissipated during the night. Sensor stakes glowed across the shallow basin like minute stars buried in mud. Thin shimmering threads linked each of them—albeit hardly discernible unless you looked into the morning.

Caelan hunched beside a split node, re-stringing a data cable. "Humidity's bogged down the relay once more."

Elira was a few paces off, gazing at a point where two threadlines intersected. "That's the second overlap in this direction. They're starting to triangulate."

He pulled the casing tighter. "Signal finds signal."

Elira did not answer immediately—then said quietly, "So do people."

They no longer needed to make their arrival known.

The grid registered presence as familiar.

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7:02 AM — Sector L, Transitional Walkway Verge

A thin strip between reconstruction areas had become a de facto confluence corridor. There were no signs—but individuals stopped there. Shared si
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