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Nicholas Boothman
He collapsed in front of the world, choking, retching, his own biology refusing to let him complete the lie his survival demanded.
The same force that silenced the Quiet Zone now stood between humanity and extinction.
The truth hadn’t set Volkov free. It had physically broken him before he could break the world.
The screen went black.
Henry stared at the blank screen. Not destroyed by lies.
By truth.
There was no deceit to punish, no malice to blame, only two parties, legally and morally bound to adhere to their absolute, self-destructive realities.
A distant thump. Then another. Launch platforms.
The sound was immediately followed by the rising, apocalyptic wail of every air-raid siren that still functioned in the city.
He had won the war against illusion.
And proven only the illusion could save them.
He ran out of the archive and into the streets, his eyes fixed on the darkening sky.
As he navigated the debris-strewn alleys, his phone pulsed, Logan’s network guiding him.
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