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They’re still running.
Still active.
But now—
They’re talking to each other.
Tracking.
Recording.
Exposing.
“You redirected it,” I finish.
Lark’s voice is calm.
Controlled.
Certain.
“Yes.”
I swallow, watching the architecture unfold in real time.
“You turned it into a mirror.”
She leans back slightly, eyes still on the screen.
Every system Kade built…
Every hidden layer…
Every command pathway…
Now visible.
Now traceable.
Now undeniable.
“Everything he touches,” she says quietly,
“is now watching him back.”
And logging it.
All of it.
In real time.
I exhale slowly.
Because somewhere out there—
Elias Kade is about to realize—
He didn’t build a trap.
