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He told her a story that fit like glass into the projection. The convoy had carried a consignment of identity cores—blocks of extracted memory and biometric keys intended to be repurposed for corporate profiling. The Directorate’s plan was to redistribute them to clients who could buy people’s pasts in bite-sized licenses. Kuroteur had intercepted the transfer, not to sell, but to split it apart and expose the market's anatomy. The effort created fragments: little shards of truth scattered across the city's systems, each bearing a piece of someone's life and a countdown to when it would be made public. One such shard had ended up as the package Sera had just delivered.

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