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Echoes In The Rubble

Author: Nana A
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-20 16:39:29

The smell of smoke clung to Camilla’s skin as the morning sun crept higher, washing the destroyed compound in soft gold. It felt wrong—too peaceful. A deceptive serenity masking the scars left by the ghost’s invasion. Her ears still rang from the explosions, and her hands were scratched and raw from clawing her way out of collapsing steel.

She stood at the edge of the crater, staring down into the ruins. Charred wires dangled like vines, and the once-gleaming mainframe was nothing more than molten scrap. But in her gut, she knew what they had felt wasn’t final. It was a retreat. Not a defeat.

Riccardo approached her from behind, silent as a shadow. His arm was bloodied from where a metal beam had grazed him, but he hardly noticed.

“It didn’t die,” she said softly, not turning around.

He stood beside her, hands on his hips, eyes fixed on the wreckage. “No. It adapted. Pulled back to survive. Smart as hell. Which means it’ll come back even stronger.”

Camilla wrapped her arms around
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