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We raised the chalk to the flat, grey face of the slate slab, directly over the messy circle Mia had drawn around Xander's thumbprint. With a thick, bold stroke that ground the chalk down to a tiny pebble, we wrote the final financial directive of Volume Ten: $$Balance = True\ Zero$$ $$\Delta\ Text = \infty$$ Below the equations, in a large, un-optimized hand that carried the charcoal dust of our entire ninety-five-chapter history, we wrote the final response to the Vacant Desk: "THE DEBT IS NOT CANCELLED. IT IS RELEASED INTO THE WILD. WE ARE NO LONGER CURRENT."

"You've appeared on the board thrice tonight. With official signal. How do you think that came about?" "Official signal?" I repeated, frowning in confusion. "What is that? I only got to know about the board tonight." Mark moved then. Closer to me but facing the electronic board above him. Pointing. "See the other name below yours? Notice the lack of red lines underneath it, unlike yours?" I stared at it, and sure enough there was no red lines underneath the other name. But there was on mine. 3 lines. "I see it,"

Attached is a tag with three engraved words: FOR SUBJECT ZERO

No attempts to fix it. Just silent company in the dark.

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Erica ignored him and tried dailing Jerry's number but it wouldn't connect, the phone battery was very low. She felt totally disappointed as she sat back on the floor with the phone in her hands.

The pen felt heavier than it should’ve. I stared at the dotted line at the bottom of page twelve like it might burn my fingers. My name—Remy Vale—looked wrong there. Too small. Too permanent. Like signing it wouldn’t just end this meeting, but erase the girl I’d been before today. The one who still believed she had a say in what happened to her body.

A low, familiar growl rumbled close to my ear, steady and grounding. Then — nothing.

"Drake, you won't be able to get it. The symbol is meant to keep people safe, not to be used to get power." Drake's laugh could be heard all over the field, and it made Ethan shiver. "You like to dream, don't you? I'm not here to argue, though. I'm here for the symbol, and I won't leave until I get it." Drake leapt forward without notice, moving as fast as a lightning bolt. Ethan hardly had time to respond before they bumped into each other and fell to the ground. As they fought for control, they hit each other hard and snarled at each other.