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Chapter 63 – The Third Man
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Evelyn stared into Kingsley’s glitching eyes. “Say something,” she whispered.

He blinked, and for a moment, the static vanished. His voice returned, soft and uncertain. “I… I’m fine.”

But Evelyn wasn’t convinced. His pulse was steady, but too steady unnaturally rhythmic. She'd seen that pattern once before, when the Protocol took over.

She reached out and touched his hand. It was ice cold. “I think he left something in me,” Kingsley said finally. “That boy… wasn’t just a memory.”

Evelyn didn’t answer. She already knew.

At dawn, Kingsley asked to be alone. He said he needed air. Evelyn let him go, but secretly tagged him with a neural tracker, silent and invisible. Something inside her, deeper than logic, was screaming.

She linked into Aya’s secure channel. “He’s not stable,” Evelyn said.

Aya hesitated. “I know. I’ve been analyzing the surveillance from the Monolith site. Something’s off about his movement patterns, too smooth, like predictive modeling. Not organic.”

“You think the Pro
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