burn between us
Behind them, invisible through the trees, the quinta was being entered by four vehicles' worth of Viktor Solen's extraction unit.
Ten seconds.
Five.
Dante's phone showed 10:55:00.
He looked at Elian. Elian looked at him.
The publication cascade triggered at 10:55:02.
Dante's monitor lit up — server confirmations, partner publication acknowledgments, the cascade beginning its roll across seventy-three platforms, the four simultaneous partner publications going live, Selene's remote trigger registering as confirmed. He watched the confirmations come in one after another like doors opening in sequence, each one irrevocable.
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