Chapter 95
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​The "Standard Pitch" of the solar system was being overridden by a "Great-Mechanical-Hum" originating from the Oort Cloud. It was a rhythmic, industrial pulse—thud-hiss, thud-hiss—the sound of a cosmic steam-piston struggling to clear its stroke.

​"It’s not a star, Hanen," Apex reported from the Himalayan Spire, its voice crackling through the manifest-link. "The 'Fifth Workshop' is a Dyson-Forge—a structure built around the gravitational shadow of the entire solar system. Han Jin didn't leave
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