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Chapter Eighty Three

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Eleanor’s POV

The morning after the world gained a soul was unnervingly quiet.

I woke up not to the shrill alarm of the Richard Tower’s emergency protocols, but to the soft, rhythmic hum of the Sentient Grid. It wasn't a mechanical vibration; it was a presence, like the distant sound of the ocean heard through a seashell. It was the "Breath" we had negotiated, and it was everywhere.

I wasn't in my sterile executive suite. I was still in the living quarters of the Oasis sub-hub, wrapped in a coarse wool blanket. And I wasn't alone.

Caspian was asleep in the chair beside the bed, his head tilted back, his face finally free of the agonizing tension of the last seventy-two hours. In the soft, pre-dawn light of North Africa, he didn't look like the world’s most dangerous physicist or a disgraced diplomat. He looked like a man who had given everything to hold a falling sky.

I stayed still, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest. The memory of the sub-basement, the bridge into the mesh
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