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The Traitor’s Thread

Author: Beo

2025-09-01 20:13:30

The ash plain gave way to jagged hills, their slopes dotted with scraps of metal and bone. Jason walked with Eryn and Mara’s group, their steps heavy but unified, a fragile concord forged in the scavengers’ defeat. His broken knife hung at his belt, a relic of a man he barely remembered. The enclave’s cage held, but the hum in the air persisted, faint but sharp, a reminder that the haze slept but dreamed. Eryn’s signal cloth was tucked into her belt, her eyes sharp with Lira’s fire, her fingers twitching as if tracing invisible wires. Mara led with her spear, her scar a quiet echo of the past, while Gav trailed, his eyes distant but his spear steady.

Jason’s mind was a shadow, his will drained by the enclave, but memories flickered—Callen’s grin, splicing wires with hope; Lira’s scar, shielding Eryn to her last breath; Yara’s eyes, urging another way. The stranger’s truth lingered: The haze is your reflection. Their new concord was a thread in the ash, but every spark—Eryn’s skill, Ga

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