The terminal's cooling fan took four minutes to stop. Elena tracked it by sound — the specific deceleration of a mechanical system releasing its accumulated thermal load, the fan's rotation slowing from operational speed through the stages of a machine cooling to room temperature, each stage producing a slightly lower pitch, the whole sequence having the specific quality of something winding down rather than stopping. Not a failure. A completion. When it finally went silent, the drawing room held nothing mechanical. No server hum, no generator rhythm, no cooling pump cadence, no pilot frequency distortion from the disruptor, no induction grid corona discharge. The acoustic environment had returned to what it had been before the plantation house had been anything other than a building in a valley — the insect wall, reduced from its storm-peak intensity but present, the distant tree frogs conducting their highland business with the rhythmic indifference of creatures for whom the past
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