The Factory of Ghosts

It started with a name.

Buried in the corrupted data core we pulled from Echo’s neural rig.

Encrypted in a language the NSA didn’t even use anymore.

We cracked it with brute force and two old codes from the dead end of the Cold War.

One word came out:

“HARROW.”

Rina squinted at the file path...

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