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Chapter 405 The Underground
The apartment was barely recognizable. Hazem moved through the rooms with methodical precision, stripping away evidence of his existence—photographs from the walls, documents from the drawers, the small personal touches that made a house a home. Clothes were folded into a duffel bag. Electronics were wiped clean. The refrigerator was emptied, the dishes washed and put away.He was erasing himself. Turning his life into something that could be packed into a few bags and carried into the unknown.Laith stood in the doorway, watching. His arms were crossed, his jaw tight, his usual playful energy replaced by something harder, more volatile."What are you doing?" Laith asked. His voice was flat, controlled, but Hazem could hear the storm beneath."Preparing," Hazem said without turning around. "To disappear.""Disappear." Laith repeated the word like it was foreign, like it didn't belong in his vocabulary. "You're running."Hazem paused, a stack of papers in his hand. He turned to face hi
Chapter 404 The Roundup
The first arrests happened in the dead of night. No warning. No warrants. Just the thunder of boots on stairs and the splintering of doors forced open by men who moved like they had done this a hundred times before.In Nablus, they took an old woman—the mother of a Knight who had died years ago. She had no connection to the Ariha attack, no knowledge of the Knights' current operations, nothing but the misfortune of having raised a son who had once fought for something he believed in.In Ramallah, they took a shopkeeper whose nephew had trained with the Knights briefly before deciding the life wasn't for him. The shopkeeper had never worn armor, never held a weapon, never even seen a Ghoul. But his nephew had, and that was enough.In Hebron, they took a former Knight—one who had retired years ago, his body broken by the war, his mind worn down by years of fighting. He could barely walk, barely speak, barely remember his own name. But the government didn't care. They needed bodies. They
Chapter 403 I've Never Been Good at Goodbyes
The apartment was quiet when Marwan walked through the door. The late afternoon light filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the living room floor. Somewhere in the back of the apartment, he could hear Maria humming softly to their daughter, Malaak, a lullaby that floated through the rooms like a gentle breeze. He stood in the doorway for a moment, not moving, not speaking. The weight of the morning pressed down on him—the sight of Malik's car disappearing down the street, the line of brothers standing on the curb, the hollow feeling in his chest that had not gone away. "Marwan?" Maria appeared in the hallway, Malaak cradled in her arms. Her eyes searched his face, reading him with the quiet intuition that had always marked their marriage. "What's wrong?" He shook his head, not trusting his voice. He walked past her into the living room and sat heavily on the sofa, his frame seeming to sink into the cushions. Maria followed, settling beside him. She didn't p
Chapter 402 Until We Meet Again
The morning of their departure dawned grey and cool, the sky overcast as if the city itself was mourning their leaving. Malik stood in the doorway of his family home, watching as Laith loaded the last of the suitcases into the waiting cars. Two vehicles—a sedan and an SUV—had been arranged to take them to the airport. Their flight left in five hours.His mother moved through the rooms one final time, touching walls, tracing the outlines of empty spaces where furniture had stood for decades. She had not cried. Not yet. But her face was lined with a grief that words could not touch.His father stood by the car, speaking quietly with a neighbor who had come to say goodbye. His voice was steady, his handshake firm, but his eyes were red-rimmed."You about ready?" Laith asked, walking up beside him. He had been uncharacteristically quiet all morning, his usual energy subdued, his smiles brief and brittle."Almost," Malik said. He looked back into the house one last time. The walls were bar
Chapter 401 A New Purpose
The morning sun filtered through the threadbare curtains of Malik's family home, casting pale gold light across the living room floor. Suitcases lay open on every available surface—on the sofa, the dining table, the worn carpet. Clothes were folded in neat piles. Photographs were being removed from frames, their memories transferred to envelopes and bags. The house smelled of dust and coffee and the particular sadness of departure.Malik's mother, Fatima, moved through the rooms with mechanical efficiency, her face a mask of calm that barely concealed the storm beneath. She had not cried since Malik told them the news. She had not argued, not protested, not demanded explanations. She had simply nodded, asked a few quiet questions about where they would go and how they would live, and then begun to pack.It was her way. When her husband had lost his job years ago, she had packed then too—not suitcases, but lunches, sending him out each day with bread and cheese and the firm instruction
Chapter 400 The Weight of Ashes
The streets were quiet as Hadi drove toward Malik's neighborhood, the morning sun still low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the pavement. He had not slept. He had not even tried. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Malik's face—the moment he would have to tell him that his life here was over, that everything he had built, everything he had fought for, was being taken from him.Hadi had delivered bad news before. He had told families that their sons and daughters would not be coming home. He had sat across from grieving parents and widowed spouses and orphaned children. He had learned to keep his voice steady, his face neutral, his heart walled off behind layers of professional detachment.But this was different. This was Malik. One of his own. A man who had trusted him, followed him, bled for him.And now Hadi was going to tell him to run.---Malik's apartment was on the third floor of a modest building in a quiet neighborhood. His family had lived there for generations
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