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Ch-101
Author: Cupidaris
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Nathan didn’t sleep after Elise’s words.

The Red Conduit.

He sat beneath the swaying limbs of an ancient pine tree, still feeling the warmth of the healing he’d channeled—though his muscles throbbed with the price. The stars above flickered between high clouds, quiet but distant, like gods too tired to intervene.

Harper had gone to patrol the perimeter.

Miko hadn’t spoken much since the revelation. She was already inside, scanning data logs and beacon telemetry with her signature frown of concentration.

But Nathan felt it in the soil again.

The pulse. The whisper.

Only this time, the word hadn’t come from the ring. It had come from within him.

“Catalyst.”

He stood slowly, heart steady.

Tomorrow, the war will change.

---

The cabin was alive with quiet activity.

Miko's lab table looked like a nest of coiled wires, interface crystals, and blinking modules. Screens flickered with geospatial blueprints—partial renderings of Black Hollow’s electromagnetic profile, stitched together from the
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