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All previous 357 had been false alarms—a gas giant’s belch, a solar flare’s cough.

Waaa-aaa-aaa.

Aris opened it, hands trembling. The waveform was identical to the first—same pitch, same length, same mournful texture. But this time, the translation software added a footnote: Recognition. Hope. Fear. The signal was no longer alone. And neither was Aris. waaa-358