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Chapter 125 — The shape of the enemy (part 1)

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By the time Maya finishes the map, she no longer feels anything about it.

That is how she knows it is ready.

This is the cold place.

She does not visit often. She dislikes the temperature and the company, particularly as both are her. But it is where she does her best work. The jokes thin out, the noise falls away, and the part of her that organizes eighteen months of survival before anyone else believes the date quietly takes control.

ARBITER has a shape now.

For weeks, Maya assembles it from
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