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Lira placed the cartridge into a recessed slot at the base of the slab. The crystal resonated, and the filaments flared, projecting a holographic map of the basin onto the cavern walls. Water flowed in intricate channels, forming a lattice that mirrored the city’s old power grid. And on a weathered wall, etched in the
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