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@@ -16,7 +16,7 @@ Leon reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small stone, roughly the size
 
 I caught it. Warm. Heavier than it looked.
 
-"Soundstone," he said. "Paired to this one." He held up an identical stone between two fingers. "Touch it, think of the other stone, talk. Half a mile in open air, less through heavy stone. You can pay more for better range, but these do the job. I use them for cave work — keeps me in contact with my supply runner when I'm underground and can't see the entrance."
+"Soundstone," he said. "Paired to this one." He held up an identical stone between two fingers. "Touch it, think of the other stone, talk. A mile or two in open air, less through heavy stone. You can pay more for better range, but these do the job. I use them for cave work — keeps me in contact with my supply runner when I'm underground and can't see the entrance."
 
 I turned it over. Smooth, well-worn. Not cheap. "How much do these run?"
 
@@ -40,8 +40,6 @@ I closed it. Sat down without being asked. The worn folder from our last meeting
 
 "The financial analysis came back," he said. He opened the new folder. Columns of numbers, institutional shorthand, transfer records with reference codes I didn't recognise. "The money behind the crystal purchase — behind the intermediary, behind Galden's brokerage fee, behind every layer of separation someone built between the buyer and the product — runs through Compact disbursement channels. Specifically, through a discretionary fund attached to the Thorngate administrative office."
 
-(*Thorngate. Where they sent Cass after the Floundry case. Where compliance officers go to be forgotten.*)
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 "Cassius Rykhard," I said.
 
 "Cassius Rykhard." Ledger's voice was level. Controlled. Controlled in a way that costs effort. "The financial trail alone wouldn't have been enough six months ago. The Compact wasn't cooperating, and a single disbursement channel is circumstantial. But combined with Leon's broker-side findings, the victim pattern, the pre-Compact signature, and the deliberate non-investigation…" He placed both palms flat on the desk. "It's Cass."
@@ -142,8 +140,6 @@ Leon pointed left. I nodded. We moved — him along the east wall, me along the
 
 "Dead. The tradesmen in the warrens are squashing them before they spread. That builder — the big one on Greywell Lane — his word carries weight. Three of the target's lost buyers went back inside a week."
 
-(*Carson. His network did exactly what he said it would. The Right Reverend's credibility is worth more than Compact pressure in this part of the city.*)
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 A pause. Then a third voice, tinny and distorted — transmitted, not present. Distant. Angry.
 
 "And Kae?"