CHAPTER 21
The Tor The journey to the Tor was a pilgrimage through a world turned enemy. Every shadow seemed to hold the glint of a rifle scope, every distant birdcall mimicked the whine of a drone. Spire was no longer conducting a search; they were conducting a scorched-earth sweep. The fog had burned away, leaving the island exposed under a hard, clear sky. They moved like hunted animals, clinging to ditches and crawling through gorse-thickets that tore at their clothes and skin. Aris led them, a strange, dual awareness guiding her steps. Part of her was the terrified woman, muscles screaming, lungs burning. The other part was the cold, clear stream of the archive, calculating trajectories, analyzing sightlines, and whispering adjustments a split second before a patrol would have crested a ridge
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