Resistance didn’t announce itself.It arrived quietly, in patterns Aiden recognized only after they were already forming.He noticed it first in the pauses—those moments when people hesitated before speaking, then chose to speak anyway. Messages arrived slower, layered with care, but they arrived. Meetings happened in borrowed spaces. Plans were written by hand, memorized, then destroyed.Not loud.Persistent.“They’re not retreating,” Aiden said, scanning the updates Dante had compiled overnight. “They’re rerouting.”Dante leaned against the table, arms crossed. “That’s more dangerous than open defiance.”“Yes,” Aiden agreed. “Because it’s harder to predict.”Outside, the city wore a brittle calm. Surveillance remained visible, but less aggressive. Patrols passed without stopping. The illusion of normalcy was being reapplied—thicker this time.Julian was adjusting.“They’re testing a new equilibrium,” Dante said. “Seeing how much pressure they can release without losing control.”Aid
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