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The people inside it were deciding which direction to orient toward. "The Council is finished." I was not talking to the three representatives anymore. I was talking to the room. "Not because I am destroying it. Because the authority it operated on was invisible. Invisible authority works until the moment it is seen. You have all just seen it." "What happens to us." One of the piece-managers spoke. He was from the western sector. The one who had accidentally referenced the insurance protocol weeks ago.

With a deep breath, I shifted their attention to the next riddle, trying to ignore the lingering sense of isolation and fear that still clung to me. "Ok. Leave it. We are still yet to discover our second riddle," I said, my voice steady but my heart still pounding with confusion and frustration. I knew that it was pointless to try and make them understand my point of view, but I couldn't help feeling like something was deeply wrong. As my friends rallied around the next riddle, trying to decipher its cryptic clues, I found myself lost in thought. Why had I become invisible? How had it happened? Was it some kind of strange glitch in the matrix, a freak occurrence of reality bending in on itse

Every gesture, every glance… a potential threat or ally. “See that?” Evan whispered once during a particularly tense email update. He pointed subtly to the boardroom. “Notice her posture. She’s watching. Not just the meeting, but everyone’s reactions. Subtle control. That’s Ivy. She’s dangerous because she’s invisible when she wants to be.” I swallowed. My stomach twisted. “She always leaves a trace, though. You just have to see it.” I nodded slowly. “I’ll try.” The morning continued like that. Evan quietly guiding, observing, and explaining the invisible threads of influence and power. I started to notice things I hadn’t before. Patterns. Tells. Subtleties.

The next move would be louder. More desperate. And far less controlled. Because once invisibility was lost, power had only one way left to assert itself. By force. And force, unlike silence, always left evidence.

I asked, my voice tight. ​"You’re checking the ley lines," Leo said, stepping up to my other side. "Your fingers are twitching. You’re looking for a pulse that isn't there." ​"Because there is a pulse," I countered, stopping near the fountain. ​The North Quad was filled with students. Some were studying, some were tossing a frisbee, but a group of five sat perfectly still on the edge of the fountain. They were the "Invisibles"—the ones the Gene hadn't claimed. Usually, the Invisibles were loud, chaotic, and vibrant. These five were different. They sat in a perfect pentagon, their hands resting on their knees, their gazes fixed on the mountain range where the Black Mountain used to pierce the

Until the replacement was all that was visible. Until harm looked like management. Until silence looked like incapacity. Until the invisible became so completely invisible that the people making it invisible had stopped knowing they were doing it. She thought about what the work had been doing. Underneath all of it. The investigation. The formation. The companion document. The Keeper function. All of it was about frames. About making visible what the mechanism had been designed to make invisible. About restoring the accurate frame. About giving people back the language for what they had been experiencing.

My child is legitimate, while yours is a bastard. "You're talking nonsense; you're the one who's illegitimate. Your whole family is made up of bastards." I could never do something to destroy someone else's family, and this woman was clearly trying to deceive me. "Go find the father of your child and confront him in person." Only now did Wendy realize something was wrong with me. She gave me a once-over. "Have you lost your memory? No wonder you keep a notebook to jot things down." She sneered, took a small notebook from her bag, and tossed it to me.

The city glowed as it always had, unaware of the reckoning unfolding behind glass walls. Alexander joined her without speaking. “I do not know how people carry this,” Evelyn said finally. Alexander considered the question. “I think most do not. They compartmentalize. They justify. They pass it down.” “And if we do not,” Evelyn asked. “Then we become something new,” he replied. She turned to him. “And if knowing costs us.” Alexander did not hesitate. “Then it costs us. But we will not pay with silence.” They left the tower together as night settled in. The streets were busy, ordinary, alive. Evelyn watched people pass and wondered how many walked beneath unseen histories. How many fires had b

She could barely process who it was, when a voice came through. “Is there a reason you're interested in things that don't concern you?”.

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