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CHAPTER 213
The summons came at sunset.Eddard was in his cell, his eyes closed, his mind cataloging every detail of the facility. He had mapped the guard rotations, the camera blind spots, and the layout of the ventilation system. He had identified potential escape routes and the resources he would need to execute them—a keycard, a uniform, a distraction. He had also identified the weaknesses in the prison's security—the moments of inattention, the flaws in the schedule, the opportunities that could be exploited. He had been in Iron Ridge for less than a week, and he already knew more about the facility than most of the guards.He heard the footsteps approaching before they arrived. Two pairs of boots, heavy and deliberate. They stopped outside his cell. The metal door rattled as a key was inserted into the lock. The sound echoed through the cell block, a harsh, grating noise that signaled the beginning of something new."Inmate 7341. Warden wants to see you."The voice was flat, emotionless. It
CHAPTER 212
The yard was a concrete wasteland, surrounded by walls thirty feet high and topped with razor wire that gleamed in the harsh sunlight. The heat radiated off the ground, creating shimmering waves that distorted the edges of the watchtowers. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, dust, and desperation. Inmates moved in groups, their eyes watchful, their postures guarded. Every interaction was a negotiation, every glance a potential challenge.Eddard walked the perimeter, his hands in his pockets, his eyes scanning the watchtowers. The guards were up there, their rifles trained on the inmates below. He noticed the pattern. The rotation of the guards. The blind spots in their coverage. The moments of inattention when they lit cigarettes or talked to each other. He counted the seconds between patrols, noted the angles of the cameras, identified the shadows where a man could disappear.They're bored, he realized. They've been here too long. They've stopped paying attention.He filed the
CHAPTER 211
The cafeteria was a feeding trough for predators.Eddard walked through the line, his tray in his hands, his eyes scanning the room with cold precision. The air was thick with the smell of stale food, sweat, and violence. Every inmate in Iron Ridge was a killer, a gangster, or a psychopath. They moved with the easy confidence of men who had nothing left to lose, their eyes hard, their movements deliberate. The clatter of trays, the murmur of voices, the occasional bark of laughter—it was a symphony of controlled chaos. Guards stood at the edges of the room, their hands resting on their batons, their eyes scanning for trouble. They were the only thing standing between order and anarchy.Eddard found a table in the corner, his back to the wall, his eyes on the room. It was a strategic position. He could see every entrance, every exit, every potential threat. He ate in silence, his movements measured and controlled. The food was bland and tasteless—watery mashed potatoes, a slab of grey
CHAPTER 210
The van rattled over potholes and uneven pavement for what felt like hours. Eddard counted each bump, each jolt, each shift in the vehicle's momentum. The darkness inside the steel box was absolute, but his other senses were heightened—the metallic smell of rust, the distant echo of the engine, the muffled voices of the guards up front."High-profile fish," one of them said. "His face was all over the news for weeks.""Yeah, I remember. Corporate espionage. Some big-shot operative who got caught with classified files.""Stupid. If you're going to commit a crime, don't get caught."Eddard's eyes remained closed, but his ears were wide open. Corporate espionage. That was the official story. Someone had fed him false intelligence, made him the fall guy for a massive data breach, and then planted evidence to seal his fate. He didn't know who yet. But he would find out.The van slowed, then stopped. The engine idled. Eddard heard the sound of a gate sliding open, followed by the crunch of
CHAPTER 209
The gavel came down like a death sentence.The sound echoed through the courtroom, a hollow crack that seemed to seal Eddard Collins's fate. The judge's face was impassive, his eyes fixed on the papers before him as if the verdict was nothing more than a routine formality. The jury sat rigid, their faces carefully blank. They had been instructed not to show emotion, but Eddard could see the guilt flickering behind their eyes. They knew the truth, or at least parts of it. They had been told to ignore it.Eddard stood in the defendant's box, his hands cuffed in front of him, the cold steel biting into his wrists. The metal was tight, cutting off circulation, but he didn't adjust his position. He didn't fidget. He didn't show weakness. His face remained stone, a mask that betrayed nothing.The courtroom was packed. Journalists filled the press gallery, their fingers poised over keyboards, their cameras aimed at his face. They had already written their headlines before the trial began. "C
CHAPTER 208
The warning came without sound.Eddard felt it first—a tremor in the Weave, so faint that he almost dismissed it as imagination. But the second tremor was stronger. And the third was unmistakable.He rose from the garden bench, the sphere in his hand, his eyes scanning the horizon. The sky was clear, the roses silver in the afternoon light. But beneath his feet, the Weave was shifting.Arya appeared at his side, her face pale. "What is it?"Eddard was silent for a long moment. Then he spoke, his voice barely a whisper. "The seal. It's cracking."The journey to the seal took Eddard deep into the Weave.He walked through the pattern, the threads of fate wrapping around him like a living thing. The cracks were visible now—fractures in the seal that pulsed with a dark, ancient light.The Echo appeared beside him, her form flickering with unease. "The Hunger is testing the seal. It is searching for a weakness."Eddard's hand tightened on the blade. "Can it break through?"The Echo was sile
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