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Part 109
Author: Darling writes
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Dawn’s pale light filtered through the cracked windows of the old textile mill where Leon and Mara had taken refuge. Myriad threads of dust drifted like ghosts in the shaft of morning sun, and the only sound was the distant hum of a generator someone had jury-rigged to power a single bare bulb. Sleeping on metal beams had given Leon a stiff back, but the ache paled beside the weight of what still lay ahead.

He rose quietly, careful not to wake Mara. She lay curled beneath a tattered blanket, her face at peace despite the battles she’d survived. Leon brewed a pot of coffee on the little stove they’d salvaged, inhaling its acrid steam as he watched her sleep. In his pocket lay the silver sphere—the last failsafe—grown cold with potential, waiting for the moment it would decide the fate of the fractured world.

The door rattled. Leon tensed and lifted his rifle. Bren staggered in, leaning on his cane, face etched with fresh cuts.

“It’s time,” Bren rasped. “The signal’s active again. It’s
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