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BROP is such a clean ASLR bypass. After brute-forcing the stack canary, the attacker starts overwriting the return address with guesses. Most guessed addresses jump into garbage or non-executable memory. The child process segfaults, and the socket closes. But occasionally, a guessed return address lands in real code that...

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