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This isn’t a random field.
This is segmented.
Layered.
Built to separate, redirect, and control movement.
A system.
Of course it is.
I exhale slowly.
“Logan,” I say, low and steady.
“I’m here.”
His voice cuts back instantly.
Grounded.
Strong.
Too far.
“What do you see?” he asks.
I scan again.
Slower this time.
Deeper.
“Control points,” I say. “We’re inside a grid.”
A beat.
“Yeah,” he says. “I feel it.”
Of course he does.
“They’re not trying to kill us,” I add.
“No.”
“They’re shaping movement.”
“Yes.”
That lands between us.
Clear.
Aligned.
Which means—
“They want us separated,” I say.
