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CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT: THE SHADOW IN THE ROOT DIRECTORY
Author: SG QUINN
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Smoke drifted across the broken corridor like it carried ghosts in its wake. Adrian tasted dust and metal as he pushed himself forward, boots slipping on debris, lungs burning with every breath. His muscles screamed from the collapse that followed the hard reset, but pain wasn’t slowing him anymore.

Pain was familiar.

Pain was the only thing that still made sense.

Lorenzo stumbled behind him, one arm draped over Adrian’s shoulder, still half-conscious from the system overload. His body jerked occasionally, as if echoes of the Architect’s commands still flickered in his nervous system. But he was alive, and right now, that was all Adrian needed.

Ahead of them, Mara moved with surgical precision. She didn’t run. She cut through the wreckage and shadows like she had memorized every route before stepping into them. Her face stayed tense, but her focus never wavered.

“We’re close,” she said without turning.

Adrian didn’t trust her voice yet, not completely. There was something in the way s
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