The reader’s hands stopped on the page. Not because the text ended. Because the sound outside had changed from distant traffic to coordinated movement. Kael’s head turned toward the bay doors. “How many?” Lucien answered from the edge. “More than a patrol. Less than an army. They’re sealing the block.” Aria’s hand was already on the ledger case. “Whose?” The woman’s voice came hard and low. “Mixed signals. Vale recovery pattern on the east approach. Something quieter on the west. Not the same unit.” Two nets. Again. The academic witness closed his satchel with fingers that shook only once. “I have seen enough of the core sequences to confirm continuity. If I die in this bay, that confirmation dies with me.” “Then you leave first,” Aria said. Kael looked at her. “The hour is not finished.” “The street is.” She shut the case and pulled it tight under her arm. The reader did not protest. Her face had gone pale, but her eyes were sharp. “I saw enough to carry a prelim
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