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We’re not just leaking data.

We’reburyingDowron’s command in it.

Hours pass in minutes.

I make four more calls.

Each one reactivates a cell we mothballed years ago. Not loyalists. Survivors. People who saw what Dowron did and walked away scarred.

People like me.

People with unfinished business.

By dawn, I’ve built the scaffold of a revolution.

Senta leans against the wall, watching me reassemble the war I once walked away from.

“You sure about this?” she asks.

I don’t answer right away.

I think about Leah’s face.

The way her eyes went flat when they yanked Clancy from her arms.

I think about my son screaming for his mother.

I think about Thale’s voice, smug and poisonous, whispering Dowron’s betrayal in my ear like it was a gift.

“Yes,” I say.

She nods.

“I’ve got something for you,” she adds, crossing to a storage crate.

She opens it.

Inside lies a blade.

My blade.

Forged on Vakut Prime. Tempered in insurgency.

Sheathed in the blood of men who thought I couldn’t be broken.

I take it.

The grip fits my hand like memory.

Like home.

I don’t smile.

But something in mesettles.

The war isn’t coming.

I’m bringing it.

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