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EMBERS OF TRUTH
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2026-02-01 18:08:24
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TIED IN HIS BED FRACTURES IN THE TRUST
The storm outside had faded to a steady drizzle, but inside the safehouse, tension hung heavier than any thundercloud. Justina sat cross-legged on the floor, fingers tracing the edges of a tablet Ezra had handed her earlier. The screen flickered with lines of code, encrypted messages, and coordinates that seemed to pulse with menace. Each flicker felt like a countdown, each number a shadow of the inevitable confrontation waiting for them.Carson sat across from her, elbows on his knees, eyes dark pools of focus and worry. Every so often, he glanced at her, scanning her face for any sign of weakness, fear, or hesitation. His presence was grounding, but it also reminded her that what they were about to face was not just about survival, it was about trust. Trust in him, trust in Ezra, trust in herself.“I do not like it,” Carson muttered finally, breaking the silence. “Her legacy is everywhere. Every system, every person. We cannot move without her knowing.”Justina pressed her lips into
TIED IN HIS BED LINES IN THE ASHES
The warehouse was silent now, but the quiet was not peace. It pressed against their lungs, heavy with expectation, every shadow a potential threat. The rain had slowed outside, but the occasional clap of thunder still rattled the roof like an unseen percussion. Justina’s fingers traced the edge of the cabinet she had been examining, brushing over folders and devices that smelled faintly of old smoke and polished metal. Every piece of her mother’s work whispered secrets she was not sure she was ready to hear.Carson’s hand rested lightly on her shoulder, a tether she could cling to. His eyes scanned the room ceaselessly, sharp and unyielding, yet they kept returning to her. His presence was a lifeline, grounding her in the maelstrom of fear and revelation.Ezra, she murmured, her voice barely audible over the faint drip of water from a cracked pipe. What exactly are we looking for?Ezra’s gaze lingered on a section of crates stacked meticulously in one corner. The lines of communicatio
TIED IN HIS BED THE SHADOWS OF LEGACY
The rain had turned the driveway into a slick mirror, reflecting the dim streetlights like shattered stars. Carson’s car rolled slowly toward the warehouse Ezra had insisted they investigate, an abandoned site at the edge of the city, rumored to have been one of Justina’s mother’s early operational hubs. The sky was a bruised mix of black and purple, and the wind tore at the edges of the car, rattling the windows like impatient ghosts.Justina sat in the passenger seat, fingers tapping against the leather console in a rhythm of anxiety she could not contain. Her mind raced with Ezra’s warnings, the truths he had revealed, and the secret her mother held: the network, the Protocol, the hidden contingency. Every corner of her past felt suddenly alive, threatening to swallow her whole.You are quiet, Carson said, glancing at her from the driver’s seat. His eyes, normally so steady, flickered with unease in the dim light.I am processing, she admitted. Every time I think I understand, ther
TIED IN HIS BED THE EDGE OF RUN
The night had stretched long over the coastline, yet inside the safehouse, time seemed suspended. Every tick of the clock felt like a drumbeat announcing an approaching storm, an inevitable confrontation looming over them like a shadow carved from steel.Justina sat on the edge of the worn leather sofa, hands clasped tightly in her lap. Her eyes were fixed on the flickering candlelight that barely lit the room, but all she could see was Carson. Every thought, every pulse of adrenaline, every ounce of fear and desire coiled around him.Carson moved silently, patrolling the perimeter, scanning monitors, listening to every echo of the wind outside. He had grown quiet, more than usual, and Justina felt the weight of it. Something inside him refused to sleep, refused to rest, carrying every burden of the choices they had been forced to confront.She rose slowly and walked toward him, the soft soles of her shoes barely making a sound against the wooden floor.Carson, she murmured, voice bar
TIED IN HIS BED THE COST OF KNOWING
The storm had already broken over the coastline by the time Justina and Carson returned to the safehouse. Thunder rolled low across the sky, an undercurrent that seemed to follow them everywhere. The wind tore at the edges of the trees, rattling the windows, shaking the weakened frame of the house until it felt as if even the walls could sense what was coming.Justina stood in the doorway for a long moment, refusing to remove her coat, refusing to breathe. The world felt locked between one heartbeat and the next. Everything she had learned, everything Ezra had shown her, everything Carson had tried to shield her from pressed against her ribs like a fist.Carson closed the door behind them slowly and quietly, as though the silence itself might shatter.Talk to me, he said.I do not know where to start, she whispered.But she did. She just did not know how to speak the truth without feeling it burn her alive. The fire. Her mother. Her father’s betrayal. The hidden second ledger. And the
TIED IN HIS BED THE DEAD DO NOT STAY BURIED
Justina’s knees nearly buckled.The world didn’t tilt, it collapsed, folding in on itself under the weight of a truth too sharp to breathe around. Her pulse thundered in her ears, frantic, disbelieving, refusing to settle.“My… my mother?” she whispered, voice raw, almost choking on the word.Ezra’s nod was slow. Deliberate. Merciless.“Yes.”Carson reacted instantly.He moved in front of her, protective, defensive but his voice betrayed disbelief, a tightness that refused to release.“Her mother… died in the fire. We saw the reports. The remains. The ashes.”Ezra gave a humorless laugh.“You saw what you were meant to see. What she wanted the world to believe.”The room shrank under the weight of the revelation.Every breath seemed borrowed, every heartbeat a drum of impending collapse.Justina shook her head violently, her vision blurring.“No. No… she...she was sweet. She was gentle. She she sang to me. She wasn’t part of any of this.”Ezra’s gaze softened with something like pity
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