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The morning after Dawnfield fell, Juniper stood on the roof of a half-abandoned safehouse Ryder had secured through an old contact. The air was sharp with frost, the kind that made every breath feel clean but unforgiving.
Below her, the city stirred-oblivious to what had just burned.
She clutched the USB drive containing every stolen file from