The Cage of Silence

Chapter 8: Fractures

Nothing changed.

And yet…

everything had.

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The silence inside Sunan’s room remained untouched.

Still.

Cold.

Endless.

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He sat in front of the piano.

Exactly as before.

Back straight.

Hands resting.

Eyes open.

Empty.

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No thought.

No reaction.

No existence.

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But outside that room…

the structure was beginning to crack.

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The control room no longer felt stable.

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It was still filled with screens.

Still controlled.

Still precise.

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But something was wrong.

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Not visible at first glance.

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But present.

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Like a tension buried under the surface.

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—Run it again.

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The man stood still, eyes fixed on the footage.

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The hallway appeared once more.

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Empty.

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Still.

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Then—

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That flicker.

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Again.

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Short.

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Almost invisible.

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But real.

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—Slow it down.

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Frame by frame.

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The image broke into pieces.

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And there—

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Movement.

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Not natural.

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Not expected.

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Not recorded in logs.

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—That’s not a glitch —one of the technicians said quietly.

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Silence.

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—No —the man replied.

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His eyes darkened.

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—It’s a presence.

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No one argued.

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Because deep down…

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They all knew.

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Something had entered.

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—Check access logs again.

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—We already did.

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—Do it again.

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Keyboards moved faster.

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Tension grew sharper.

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—No unauthorized entry.

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Silence.

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—That’s impossible.

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—Then something is bypassing the system.

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The room went still.

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Because that possibility…

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was worse.

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The man walked slowly across the floor.

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His steps echoed softly.

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Controlled.

Measured.

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—Lock down sector three.

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—Already done.

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—Then lock down the entire facility.

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A pause.

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—Sir… that could—

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—Do it.

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No hesitation.

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Orders spread instantly.

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Doors sealed.

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Systems reinforced.

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Movement restricted.

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The building became tighter.

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More controlled.

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More suffocating.

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Back in the concrete room…

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Sunan blinked.

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Once.

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Then nothing.

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His breathing remained slow.

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Even.

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Unchanged.

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The lockdown meant nothing to him.

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Because he wasn’t aware of anything.

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Hours passed.

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Or maybe minutes.

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Time had no meaning.

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The door opened again.

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Mario entered.

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This time, his steps were sharper.

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Less patient.

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He stopped in front of Sunan.

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Looked at him.

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—Security’s going insane out there…

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No response.

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—And you…

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He exhaled.

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—still nothing.

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Silence.

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Mario’s expression hardened.

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—You really are empty.

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He circled around him.

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Slowly.

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Like observing an object.

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Not a person.

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—Ten years…

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He stopped behind him.

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—And this is what’s left.

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He leaned slightly closer.

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—Do you even hear anything?

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Nothing.

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No reaction.

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Mario straightened.

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—Tch.

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His hand slammed down on the piano.

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A sharp, loud sound.

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Sunan did not move.

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Did not flinch.

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Did not blink.

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Mario stared at him.

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Long.

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Then suddenly—

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He grabbed his wrist.

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Hard.

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Forced his hand onto the keys.

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—Play.

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Silence.

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No movement.

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Mario’s grip tightened.

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—Play.

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A second passed.

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Then another.

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And then—

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The fingers moved.

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A note.

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Perfect.

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Empty.

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Another.

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Another.

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A sequence formed.

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Flawless.

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Mechanical.

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Dead.

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Mario watched.

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And this time…

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he didn’t smile.

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Because something felt wrong.

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Not with the playing.

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But with the timing.

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It had taken longer.

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Just a second longer.

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But enough.

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Somewhere else in the building—

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An alarm didn’t sound.

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But something triggered.

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A system fluctuation.

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A minor one.

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But connected.

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The screens flickered.

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For a fraction of a second.

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And then—

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A feed disappeared.

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One of the technicians froze.

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—We lost camera twelve.

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Silence.

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—Restore it.

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—I’m trying.

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Keys moved fast.

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Too fast.

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—It’s not responding.

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The man’s eyes shifted.

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—Show me the last frame.

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The screen displayed it.

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A corridor.

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And at the far end…

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A shadow.

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Standing still.

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Watching.

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The room went cold.

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—That’s inside.

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No one needed to say it.

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They all knew.

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Back in the room—

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Sunan’s fingers stopped.

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The sound ended.

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Silence returned.

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Mario released his wrist.

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—That’s enough.

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He stepped back.

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Still watching him.

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Longer than usual.

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As if trying to understand something…

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that didn’t make sense.

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—Stay here.

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A pointless order.

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Because Sunan had nowhere else to go.

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Mario turned.

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And left.

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The door closed.

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Silence again.

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But this time…

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It felt different.

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Not inside Sunan.

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But in the world around him.

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Because something was moving closer.

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Something real.

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Something dangerous.

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The man stood in front of the screen.

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Still.

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Focused.

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—Send a team.

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—Yes, sir.

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—Alive.

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A pause.

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—If possible.

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That last part…

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was optional.

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Footsteps filled the corridors.

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Armed.

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Fast.

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Silent.

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The facility was no longer calm.

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It was hunting.

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And somewhere within it…

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something was already there.

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Waiting.

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Sunan did not know.

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Did not feel.

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Did not understand.

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But for the first time in ten years…

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something inside his prison…

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did not belong to his captors.

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And that—

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was the first real fracture.

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The silence…

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was no longer theirs alone.