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Chapter 39: The Lion’s Den
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The steel door to the auxiliary server room hissed shut, the magnetic locks engaging with a heavy, final thud that echoed through my very marrow. For a moment, the only sound was the frantic, jagged rasp of our breathing and the high-frequency hum of the cooling fans. Outside, the Ministry was screaming—sirens wailing, the rhythmic boots of Julian’s "upgraded" enforcers searching for the breach we’d left in their perimeter.But inside this small, blue-lit sanctuary, the world had shrunk to the space between Malakai and me.Kai was tucked into a recessed maintenance nook, his eyes closed as he focused on the "Ghost Step" meditation Malakai had taught him to keep his biological broadcast from spiking. He was safe for a heartbeat, shielded by the lead-lined walls.I turned to Malakai, my chest heaving under the weight of my tactical vest. He was leaning against a server rack, his face streaked with soot and the dark, crimson blood of the men he’d just dismantled. His cha
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