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She dropped the panel. Her hands shook.

Then she tilted it toward the window.

Her late uncle, Julian, had been a mad genius of the makerspace. He built robots from broken printers and once coded a CNC mill to carve haunted-looking chess pieces. He died six months ago, leaving behind a cluttered workshop that no one had the heart to touch. Until now. The landlord had given her a week to clear it out. thmyl brnamj rdworks v8