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When the Line Becomes a Face

작가: Joey Signet
last update 게시일: 2026-01-29 15:47:40

Sera POV

Pressure had been structural until now.

It moved through supply routes, alliances, and silence. It bent systems and tested endurance without ever naming a target. That distance had allowed me to think strategically, to respond with deliberation instead of instinct.

That distance ended the moment pressure learned my name.

The message arrived early, before the pack fully stirred. A single runner, not neutral this time, but affiliated with one of the coordinating authorities. His posture
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