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By 5:00 AM, Aris was in a cold, white room two thousand feet under granite. A young Air Force captain named Eliza Voss met him.
Tonight, the world was breaking.
He typed:
He smiled sadly, ejected the disc, and put it back in its case. Then he wrote a new line on the label:
He looked at the disc in his hand. The marker ink had smudged.
