The sanctuary had never been built to withstand a war. It had been built to survive one. That distinction mattered. For generations, the family had treated the compound as a home first and a fortress second. The walls were thick. The gates were reinforced. Hidden passages ran beneath the grounds. Emergency shelters had been stocked and maintained. But none of that had been designed for an enemy who knew the family's bloodlines. Now every child was a potential target. Every corridor was a potential entry point. Every trusted door could become a weakness. By sunrise, the sanctuary had become something else entirely. A fortress. And everyone inside it knew the fortress would eventually be tested. Cinthye stood in the command room, staring at the map. Twelve Ghost Cells. Six iden
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