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IV. The Crate Mira obtained a warrant—citing abandoned property—and pried the maintenance door open. Behind it, the service corridor smelled of oil and old rain. She found scuff marks matching the camera footage and, shoved into a recessed alcove, a crate with a missing corner. Inside: a coil of industrial tape, a small compass with no needle, and a battered hard drive. The same file name glowed on the drive's index. There was also a photograph: a woman in a windbreaker, smiling, a faint scar like a crescent on her left wrist.