Before power had a name, it had a mark.A symbol.Hidden in plain sight.Burned into systems.Etched into lives.Elena Voss had seen it before—But she never understood what it meant.Not until now.---They didn’t stop running until the forest swallowed every trace of the clearing behind them.No voices.No gunfire.No lights.Just darkness.And the sound of their breath tearing through the silence.---Adrian slowed first.His grip on her wrist loosened slightly as he turned, scanning their surroundings with sharp, practiced awareness.“We lost them,” he said.Elena didn’t answer.Her chest heaved as she bent forward, hands on her knees, trying to steady herself.But it wasn’t just exhaustion.It was something else.Something deeper.---“I felt it,” she whispered.Adrian looked at her immediately.“What?”She straightened slowly, her expression unsettled.“In the clearing… when everything changed.”A pause.Her hand lifted slightly, pressing against her chest.“It wasn’t just them.
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