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I continued until the hidden circuitry and encrypted patterns were crushed beyond repair.

Nothing happened.

No alarm.

No countdown.

No threat.

Fate was gone.

Wynn slipped her hand into mine.

“Is it over?”

I looked at Kane.

At Minser.

At the destroyed key and wafer.

Then at the woman beside me.

The woman I had loved through every year of silence.

The woman I had almost lost because I believed protecting her meant leaving her behind.

“Yes.”

For the first time in six years, I believed it.

I pulled her against me.

“It’s over.”

40

WYNN

Two Days Later

General Robert Kane died in the mountain.

Project Fate died before him.

Meridian did not disappear as quickly.

Organizations built on fear rarely did.

They fractured first.

Within six hours of Wynn’s financial archive and Kane’s offline registry reaching journalists and independent authorities, the first names became public.

Military commanders.

Intelligence officers.

Government officials.