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On the night the last treaty was signed, Aletta climbed the old watchtower of the capital. Below, lanterns spelled the names of districts and families. The ripmegapack lay quiet now, its brass cool in the moonlight. She touched it, remembering the child who had taught it to hum a lullaby, and felt the echo of countless voices braided into something stronger than any single command.