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? Paper breach
? “Chapel” reference
? ALTAR folder
? Figure in photo
? Raven’s change in behaviour
? Surveillance lag
? My system not being enough
I stare at the last one for a long time.
And then I deleted it.
Weakness has no place here anymore.
If someone thinks they can crawl into my world?—
If they think they can leave fingerprints on what’s mine?—
Then they don’t know me at all.
They’ve seen the hunter.
Now they get the ghost.
But when the lid of the metal case clicks shut and the sound dies against the walls, something else takes its place. A whisper, almost too quiet to be real—faint, remembered, and wrong in all the ways that make me still.
