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At first, nothing. Then a low hum. The cesium cell began to glow a faint violet. The signal came not from the sky, but from inside the machine—a resonance that seemed to bypass her antennas entirely, as if the space between the atoms in the room had suddenly become the transmission medium.

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WE ARE LISTENING.