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Elara closed her eyes. The answer was already in her chest, warm and breaking.

Elara’s hand flew to her mouth. The mosaic stabilized into a single, perfect frame: Iliana, mid-gesture, backlit by purple grow-lights, looking directly into a maintenance camera as if she knew— knew —that years later, someone would piece her back together. MOSAIC-ARCHIVE-SONE-248.mp4

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