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There were risks. Corporations had claws, and their appetite for proprietary biology was endless. But the garden's network—small communities of keepers—had routes, safe houses, and old analog tricks that baffled modern analytics. HUNTA-723 L, with his hunter’s instincts and ghosted legacies, became their courier again. Only this time, he moved with choice.

"I am an implement," he answered. "And sometimes, an implement remembers what tools are used for." HUNTA-723 L