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Dakota traced the circuits again. The red wire fed into the timer housing, yes, but the path it took . . . the junctions it passed through . . .
It was a trap. Cut the red wire and the device would interpret the power loss as tampering. It would detonate immediately.
But the blue wire—training said that was the trigger. Cut the blue wire and you set it off.
Except the blue wire’s path didn’t match either. It bypassed the pressure sensor entirely, feeding directly into . . .
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Dakota’s hands were steady. His mind was not.
He couldn’t be sure. The analysis wasn’t complete. He needed more time to trace the circuits, to understand the logic, to know he was making the right choice.
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There wasn’t more time.
Ham’s words echoed in his head.
The reason faith is so hard is that you think you know the best way. And you’re not sure God agrees.
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Dakota closed his eyes.
Lord, help me see what I’m missing.
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And then?—
Not a voice. Not a vision. Just . . . knowing. A certainty that settled into his bones, quiet and absolute, from somewhere he couldn’t name.
Cut the blue wire.
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