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Outside, lights blinked in patterns as if answering something. The fairyrar were at work again, not stealing now but orchestrating an inventory, returning borrowed atoms of existence to their original ledgers. The factory had become a courthouse for small wrongs. For some, the compressor’s return would be reprieve: a heater that worked again, a lost photograph found under a floorboard. For others, restitution would mean exposure—names called, secrets returned to daylight.