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Calix hadn't spoken in hours.
Not since they left the ruins of the Mirror Room, not since the final bullet drove through Julian Cross's chest. Not a word during the med-evac flight, not a blink while they patched up the scars on his spine. Isla watched him from across the observation bay, his body silhouetted against the glass, his eyes fixed on s
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