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IntelLucy 1.1.3

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IntelLucy.kext is an open source driver for the Intel X500 family of 10GBit network adapters.

What's New in Version 1.1.3 See changelog

Released Wednesday at 07:42 PM

Reworked medium selection and flow control support.
Recover from a flapping link, which has been observed with the X550 when connected to some broken switch models.
Added support for macOS High Sierra and Mojave.

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