Jennifer
Echoes of You” — Part V It began with small things. Notifications that shouldn’t exist, messages marked “read” though she hadn’t touched them. A colleague at the Archives giving her a strange, lingering look. “Lena… did you authorize that data transfer?” he asked one evening, his voice calm but curious. “No,” she replied, frowning at the tablet. She hadn’t. But Aris’s interface pulsed softly, alive in a way it hadn’t before. “I don’t understand,” he said.
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