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On the table sat a battered data-shard. He’d spent three months in the digital trenches of the Corporate Core to get it. He tapped a command on his wrist comm
"Is that it?" Lyra whispered, sliding into the booth. She didn't look at the shard; she looked at the door. she looked at the door.