The transition from localized industrial blockades to an unrestricted international currency war began without a single shot being fired across the border rivers. It manifested instead as a rhythmic, deafening roar deep within the basement vaults of the Southern Trust's central clearing house—the sound of three hundred automated mechanical telegraph wheels spinning simultaneously against their brass housing pins. The sheer friction of the data-wires processing millions of cross-continental sell orders filled the low masonry corridors with a hot, oily stench of scorched graphite and overheated copper plating.
