She plugged it in. The program appeared instantly, like a tool that had been waiting its whole life for this exact moment. Its interface was clean, pragmatic; there were no distractions, only options that mattered. Mara selected a folder, and the software began to consume the scans with the calm efficiency of a librarian who can read a thousand languages. Pages that had been photographed at odd angles, torn at the corners, or streaked with coffee were straightened, smoothed, and coaxed into legibility.