Rain stitched the alleys with light; holo-ads leaked down facades. Mara thumbed the serial with a practiced, careless loop, the scanner in her palm replying with a soft green approval. "Delivery confirmed," the app chimed, but confirmation had weight here. The city celebrated validated objects—serialized truths you could trade, arrest, or worship.
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