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CHAPTER 9 – The Fractured Light
Author: Stanterry
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The tunnels beneath Valoria trembled like a living thing. Mana currents pulsed faintly through the walls, humming in irregular beats, too sharp, too fast.

Terry stood in the heart of the rebellion’s base, a once-abandoned metro chamber now transformed into a command hall. Maps, scrolls, and rune markers glowed faintly on the table before him.

Something was wrong. He could feel it, not in the air, but in his pulse. The sword at his side whispered faster now, almost impatiently. “Status report,” Terry said without looking up.

Mira, standing at his right, handed him a slate. “Convoy raids successful in sectors seven through nine. We’ve secured enough mana cores to keep our healers running for a week.”

“And losses?”

“Three injured. One missing.”

Terry frowned. “Who?”

“Lyra. She was on the northern flank.”

He froze. Lyra, the courier who’d carried every major message between their cells. Quiet, reliable, loyal.

“She wouldn’t vanish,” he muttered.

Mira’s expression tightened. “Unless someon
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