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Her voice doesn’t shake.
Not even a little.
“You don’t understand what you built.”
And for the first time—
the man looks uncertain.
59
Lark
Location: Same
Time: Minutes Later
My hands are steady.
That’s how I know this is real.
That I’m not hesitating anymore.
Fear would shake me.
Doubt would slow me.
This—
this is clarity.
“I have a deadman cascade,” I say.
Every eye in the room shifts to me.
Even his.
“If I disappear, if I die, if I’m silenced—everything goes public. Everywhere. Permanently.”
The Oversight man studies me.
Not dismissing.
Not anymore.
Evaluating.
Calculating.
“You wouldn’t.”
“I already did,” I reply.
Calm.
Certain.
“It’s just waiting.”
