The sound came again.Closer this time, and that was the thing that changed the quality of it from threat to fact. Not loud, not the kind of intrusion that announced itself through force. Controlled movement, measured and unhurried, carrying the particular confidence of someone who knew the layout of the space they were moving through."They are not searching," I said."No," Ethan said.He was standing very still, which I had learned by now was not the stillness of someone waiting but the stillness of someone already decided, already positioned inside whatever was about to happen, already several moves into a sequence that had not yet become visible."Moving with purpose," I said."Yes."I looked at the door. Two corridors away had been the last reading on the screen, and that had been a few minutes ago, and the sound was closer than two corridors now. My pulse did something odd, slowing rather than rising, the specific physiological response of someone whose body has decided that cal
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