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She led them to the warehouse with the duct-taped pallet and opened the door for them to see rows of cardboard boxes. She showed them the empty boxes that once had held devices like hers. She let them call the empty boxes what they wanted. Then she pushed a small scrap of paper across the table toward the woman with iron hair. On it was a single line of code—one bead's partial fingerprint. Not the whole key. Not enough to unlock anything. A gesture.