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Ch-88. The fire spread
Author: VJ Tells
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Headlines rolled across every major network. The same faces that had jeered at Connor and Kirra in the inquiry chamber were now splashed across the screens — their signatures matched to secret accounts, their denials replayed beside evidence too detailed to dismiss.

Elder Venn’s statement hit midmorning — a trembling broadcast from his mansion steps, denying “any and all malicious involvement.” But his eyes told a different story. Fear. The kind that eats power from the inside out.

Kirra sat at the kitchen table, her phone vibrating endlessly with notifications.

“Connor,” she whispered, “they’re calling it the Waratah Leak. They’re saying someone hacked the tribunal’s archive.”

Connor stood by the window again, arms folded. “Good. Let them.”

“Good?” she echoed, disbelief in her voice. “They’re saying you did it.”

He turned. The light from outside carved sharp lines into his face. “Then they’re half right.”

Kirra’s mouth fell open. “You—”

“I didn’t hack anything,” he said. “I just let
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