She called a number she had stored in a mind like a cabinet and told someone who could still answer when things mattered. That someone traced a lineage back two generations and found, behind a dusty safe, an envelope. Inside was a ledger page with names and dates, a child's drawing of a boat, and, in the margin, 4742903 written in a shaky hand.
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Elias twitched. The static in his earpiece grew louder. The Handler was shouting something, but the words were garbling into white noise.