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He grabbed his water flask, strapped the rake to his back, and stepped into the wind. The old man walked south, the cylinder warm in his pocket, listening for the song of a fellow ghost.

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He smiled.

Elara looked at his hands—raw from the rake, calloused from years of solitude. He looked at the dead sea outside. “Got you,” he whispered

Elara pulled his rake. The tines were tuned to vibrate at the frequency of lost resonant circuits. Clink-shush. Nothing.

He was about to turn back when the rake snagged. A deep, resonant thrum shot up the handle, vibrating in his bones. In the dried-up delta of the old Martian

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