Ramón worked in silence, soldering circuits to an ancient metal board while Lina paced like a wolf. Alex stood by the window, watching Gràcia’s calm streets like a man expecting the earth to crack open.
“What does trapping it mean, exactly?” Alex finally asked.
Ramón didn’t look up. “Think of it as a mirror box. A hall of reflections. You lure the algorit…
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