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Rafi's throat tightened. The repacker was nearby. He could have reported it, but to whom? The developer who disappeared? The shuttered forum? He felt suddenly like one of the reflections—seen but unable to move. He thought about removing the program, deleting the files, cutting the threads. Instead he copied the Mirror folder and encrypted it, sending a note to Lina with the key. “Keep it,” he wrote. “If they’re stitching sightlines, someone needs to map them.”
