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Then, the screen flickered.

Data size: 32 bytes.

The screen filled with blocky, monochrome noise. Then, slowly, an image resolved: a crude drawing of a hand. Five fingers. But the thumb was on the right side. A left hand. And in the palm: a circle with a dot in the center. She unlatched the trash can

Marta reached for her knife. But she didn’t draw it. She heard it then