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"The signal didn't come from the stars. It came from the marrow. We found the first resonance in a child's femur. The bone was humming a frequency that matched the rotation of the pulsar J1748−2446ad. We are not just stardust; we are biological antennas." The Rabbit Hole The last page was stained with a dark, dried substance