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Chapter 93: The Line That Burns
Author: Lucy
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The rebel base was no longer quiet.

It wasn’t alarms this time. It was worse.

Whispers.

They moved through the corridors like smoke—uncertain, poisonous, impossible to trace. Personnel avoided eye contact. Guards doubled their patrols without explanation. Doors that used to open automatically now required secondary clearance. Trust, once fragile but present, had fractured into jagged pieces.

Mira felt it the moment she stepped out of the command wing.

This base was turning on itself.

She stopped short at the junction overlooking the lower operations floor. Below her, engineers argued in tight clusters. Medics whispered over open tablets. Someone had painted a crude symbol on the far wall overnight—an old government insignia, crossed through with a jagged slash.

A warning.

Or a challenge.

Mira’s jaw tightened.

“Status?” she asked quietly.

Kapoor fell into step beside her, eyes darting. “Data breach confirmed. Internal transmission routed through three masked relays. Clean. Too clean.”

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