They spent three weeks preparing. Aiden took point on strategy—his military experience, honed across a hundred worlds, proved invaluable. He studied satellite images, mapped patrol routes, identified weak points in the facility's defenses. The freed souls contributed whatever they could: weapons from those who'd kept them, vehicles from those who owned them, skills from those who'd trained for situations like this. Lyra focused on the human element. She contacted Mira's daughter, a woman named Priya who'd waited eight hours for a mother who never arrived. Priya insisted on joining the rescue team—she was a trained medic, she said, and if her mother was hurt, she wanted to be there. Kael trained daily, honing his dream-walking abilities. Gaia had discovered that in close proximity to the facility, Kael might be able to reach Mira through her dreams, to let her know they were coming, to keep her hope alive. "He's sixteen," Aiden said quietly one night, watching Kael practice. "He sh
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