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Nam drove through the mist, the smell of damp earth and mulberry leaves filling his lungs. He found a small, crumbling house where an elderly woman sat by a window, her eyes clouded with age but her hands moving with impossible precision. She wasn't weaving silk; she was weaving silver threads into a pattern that looked like a radio frequency.

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