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Say nothing.
Because silence is power.
Because anything I give him, he’ll use.
Because right now—
He thinks he’s in control.
He’s not.
They didn’t take a victim.
They took a variable they don’t understand.
And somewhere out there—
Aaron is moving.
Closing distance.
Hunting.
My pulse steadies.
Not fear.
Not anymore.
Anticipation.
They just made the worst mistake of their lives.
And they don’t know what that was. I do.
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Aaron
Location: Lisbon — In Pursuit
Time: Night
The city stops being a city.
It becomes a map.
Not streets.
Not buildings.
Lines.
Angles.
Movement.
Targets.
