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“She's in there,” he says.
“She’s not alone,” I whisper.
We look at the door.
We look at each other.
There is no waiting now.
No fear.
No protocol.
No hesitation.
Just one shared thought, sharp enough to cut the world in half:
We’re coming, Wren.
And God help the man in that apartment.
Chapter 52: Finn
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Idon’t remember gettingout of the car.
I don’t remember sprinting across the street.
All I remember is Kael’s voice through the phone, low and tight:
“We’re coming, Finn.”
After that, my brain just dissolves.
Atlas hits the building door first and disappears into the stairwell.Kael is right behind him, taking the stairs like he’s on autopilot.
