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Nicholas Boothman
Chapter 14:
The Geometric Omen
The silence that followed the Iron Union’s kinetic
strike was thicker than the ozone haze. It was the
silence of finality, the sound of a world that had
nothing left to say and no one left to listen.
Henry remained on the concrete roof of the parking
garage, his arms wrapped around his knees, staring
upward. The immediate, localized chaos of the impact
zone had subsided, leaving the sky a vast, sickly,
churning canvas of toxic fallout, a monument to
human honesty.
But above the poison, the impossible geometry was
stabilizing.
It hung at the edge of the atmosphere, shimmering,
immense, and profoundly cold. Henry mentally
searched for a known classification: orbital weapon?
Atmospheric interference? Deep-fake? But his mind,
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