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61: THE FRAGMENTS RECKON
Author: Sugar boy
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The Ghost was no longer whole.

Fragments moved cautiously now, their coordination fractured, every operator aware that their decisions were visible, their mistakes traceable.

Ethan Rose had stripped anonymity from the network. The Whisper’s shadows had been replaced with mirrors, reflecting every misstep, every hesitation, every flaw.

And for the first time, its agents were forced to reckon—not with Ethan, but with themselves.

Lena Voss sat in the central operations hub, blinking at the cascade of failures.

“They… they’ve seen everything,” she whispered. Her fingers hovered over a console, trembling. “Every operator, every node, every move… exposed.”

Rafe Calder paced, jaw tight. “We can still recover. We just need coordination.”

Lena’s laugh was bitter. “Coordination? That’s gone. You don’t get to reconstruct a network that’s been made transparent. Every move we make now feeds them more intelligence. Every action reveals us further.”

Rafe froze. “So… what do we do?”

“Face it,” Lena s
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