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No. His hand passed around it. The cord was still there, but the space where it existed had twisted slightly, like a Möbius strip disguised as copper wire. He couldn’t grip it because the concept of "grip" no longer aligned with the local topology. fropack download
The progress bar hit 89%.
It returned AWAITING_HANDSHAKE .