Rafe had the call routed through a secure line within minutes, tracing capability quietly running in the background, and the war room fell into absolute silence as Emmett dialed a number he had not used in thirty years, his weathered hands steady now despite the tremor that had gripped them only moments before.The line rang twice before it connected, and a voice answered, cool and unhurried, carrying an unmistakable echo of the same careful, controlled cadence Voss himself had once used, though younger, sharper, entirely its own.The voice said: Emmett. I confess I did not expect you to actually call. I rather thought you'd let your new family handle this the way you've let them handle everything else.Emmett's jaw tightened, but his voice, when he spoke, remained carefully level. He said: hello, Julian. It's been a long time.Julian Reyes said: thirty-one years, three months, since you last returned one of my calls. I remember exactly, in case you were wondering whether I've thought
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