The cavernous silence of the cotton ginnery swallowed the heavy, metallic echo of my manual typewriter. Outside, the midday heat was baking the corrugated iron roof until the rafters groaned, but inside, the air remained cool, smelling faintly of ancient burlap and the sharp, chemical tang of the industrial grease we had scraped from the locomotive pits.Julian stood by the modified Vane scanner, his face illuminated by its persistent, pale blue glow. His brow was furrowed, his fingers typing rapid commands into the hardwired interface he had jury-rigged from old telegraph wires."The replication rate is hitting a wall, Elara," he said, his voice tight with frustration. He turned the screen toward me.Total Decrypted Accesses: 4,912.STATUS: NETWORK BANDWIDTH THROTTLED — GRID SECTOR 04."The Vane Corporation hasn't purged the devices yet, but they’ve begun a targeted frequency degradation across the Zaria-Kaduna corridor," Julian explained, running a hand through his dust-matted
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