Mara felt the city's mood shift from clinical curiosity to obligation. The artifact was no longer a curiosity; it was a claim on the city's conscience. They began to assemble teams to search for living kin, to cross-reference registries and decode the artifact further.
That name came to them as a squat of letters in an old file: Elin Riv. She had been a field medico from the northern belts, a volunteer in the last recovery convoys. The file had a single photograph, its edges browned: a young face, a smile that didn't reach the eyes, a necklace of braided wire around the throat. Riv's records ended in a notation: "Dispersed during convoy 227 — presumed missing." The convoy number matched the middle digits of the artifact's label. A breadcrumb, after all. fc22714057
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Mara convinced the council to allow a retrieval. She put together a team that would follow the convoy, not as soldiers but as trackers and negotiators. It was a gamble: Viridian was powerful, and they had allies. Yet the artifact's pulse had grown into a personal plea, and Mara felt as if she could hear Elin's voice telling her to keep watch.