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Leda tapped her pocket, where the physical storage unit was hidden. "I have the update. And I have the encryption keys you left behind." She didn't look like a ghost

"Miss Crosley," Leda said, finding her courage. "The source said you could help us. The Archivists. The Corporation is scrubbing the lower sectors. They're deleting the history of the old city to make room for the new server farms." Her face was pale, lips pressed into a

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