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Locations.
The list.
My stomach tightens.
But my expression?
Doesn’t change.
“You think you stole power,” he says.
“You stole a map of something far bigger.”
“I know exactly what it is,” I reply.
“Do you?” he asks.
He taps the screen.
New images appear.
Children.
Facilities.
Transit routes.
My chest tightens—
just for a second.
He sees it.
Of course he does.
“That list doesn’t just expose us,” he says.
“It exposes them.”
My eyes flick back to his.
“Good,” I say.
Something dark flickers in his expression.
“You still think this ends with exposure,” he says.
“No,” I answer.
My voice drops.
Cold.
“I think it ends with you.”
Silence.
Heavy.
