At the mountain station, Mara expects a final routine scan before decommissioning. Instead she receives a pulse from a dead sector, repeating at intervals that match moments she never wrote into any logbook. By dawn she understands the signal is not proof of distant life; it is evidence that memory can be transmitted like weather.
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