“ rj01076102 ,” she whispered, the syllables tasting of metal and rain.
Reaching the oak, its massive trunk rose like a cathedral spire against the moon, Mara placed the candle at its base, the copper wire curling around a low branch. The flame trembled, sputtering, then steadied. She inhaled, feeling the night air fill her lungs, and leaned close to the bark. rj01076102
She typed it into the terminal, the command line blinking back at her with impatient patience. “ rj01076102 ,” she whispered, the syllables tasting