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Chapter 82: First Enemy

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The First Enemy

POV: Aidan

For a moment I think I heard the Custodian wrong.

A scout.

The word repeats in my head like an echo that refuses to stop.

Matteo is the first one to react.

He stares at the projection hovering above the silver floor.

The tiny object drifting near the outer edge of the solar system.

“That,” he says slowly, pointing at it, “is the scout for the galaxy eating moon.”

Yes.

The Custodian’s voice remains perfectly calm.

Ezra’s hand tightens on my shoulder.

“How
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