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Chapter 24: Weightless
They’d made it to Chile by the time the storm caught them again — not bullets or fire this time, but questions.
A journalist from a rogue independent stream, name scrubbed from the web, showed up outside the safehouse disguised as a mail runner. Mid-30s. Smart eyes. Broken teeth.
Sienna saw through the mask immediately.
“You tracked us,” she said, gun low.
The woman nodded. “I didn’t come for a headline.”
Jax raised an eyebrow. “Then what?”
The woman pulled out a battered recorder. “I came for a confession.”
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Interview with a Shadow
Jax didn’t say yes.
He just sat.
And started talking.
About Lazarus. About what it meant to live in a body that wasn’t his. About choosing kindness when every bone had been trained to break instead of hold.
The journ
