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CHAPTER 33: The Viper’s Gambit
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The apartment was quiet when they got back from the clinic. Jason closed the door behind them with a heavy push, dropping the keys onto the counter. He turned, half-expecting Leah to speak, but she didn’t. She slipped out of her jacket, moving slowly, like her body was there but her mind was somewhere else.Jason frowned. “You okay?”Leah didn’t answer right away. She walked into the living room, sat on the couch, and picked up a framed photo from the shelf. Her fingers traced over the glass, gentle, almost trembling. Jason knew the picture before he saw it.Torres Hill.The sharp-dressed detective stood in uniform, his arm slung over Leah’s shoulders, both of them smiling like they had the world figured out. Jason froze in the doorway. He hated the feeling that came next—the sour churn in his gut, the sting in his chest.Leah’s eyes glossed over, her thumb brushing Torres’s face. Her lips moved without sound before she finally whispered, “I should’ve stopped him. I should’ve…”Jason
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“I hear it,” Jason says. “Timer.”“How long?” Ben asks.“I don’t know,” Jason says. “It’s not in seconds. It’s in recall cycles.”“So it’s counting memories?” Leah asks.“Yeah,” Jason says. “Every time we trigger a memory, the counter jumps.”“Then we’re already feeding it,” Ben says. “Awesome.”“We can starve it,” Leah says. “No more memories. Only the name. Only the song.”“Copy,” Jason says. He threads the name through the core of the web. The web screams without sound. The entire labyrinth tilts.“Easy,” Ben says. “Easy…”“It’s opening,” Jason says. “I can see the core now. It’s… small. Bright. Like an ember.”“Ghost,” Leah says, “do you feel that?”“I feel… warm,” Ghost says, confused. “I forgot warm.”“It’s you,” Leah says. “It’s the part that hurts when you’re gone because it’s the part we love.”“Don’t get poetic,” Ben says, voice tight. “Just finish.”“It’s not poetry,” Leah says. “It’s a map.”Jason cups the ember with thought. He doesn’t take. He doesn’t pull. He places the
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“Don’t die in there,” Leah says, and her fingers grip Jason’s hard. “Because I’m coming in after you.”“I’m not planning on dying,” Jason says. “I’m planning on bringing him home.”“Both of you,” Ben says. “Preferably conscious.”“Flip the switch,” Jason says. “Before I think too hard about this.”“You’re sure?” Leah says.“I’m sure.” He looks at Ghost on the adjacent bed. “Hey, buddy. Hold on.”“Clock starts now,” Ben says. “Mini Core live in three… two… one—”The room hums. The lights jump. The small Neural Nexus Core glows like a trapped star.“Vitals steady,” Ben says. “Neural sync forming. Handshake good. Leah, I see your anchor line.”“I’ve got you, Jase,” Leah says. “Just listen to my voice. Find Ghost, then find the lock.”“I’m dropping,” Jason says, and his eyes slide shut. “Catching the current. I..”Everything flips.“Jason?” Leah says in his ear. “Talk to me.”“I’m here,” he says. “It’s loud. Bright. It’s… code and memory stacked like glass.”“Follow my count,” Leah says.
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