Dawn never came.
The sky outside Alex Blackwood’s estate remained heavy and grey, like the world itself was holding its breath.
Inside the office, the tension had hardened into something colder than fear.
Twelve hours.
That was the clock now ticking above everything.
Alex stood by the window, arms folded, staring out at the silent grounds. From the outside, the estate looked calm, untouched.
Inside, war was unfolding.
Behind him, Lena sat at the edge of the long conference table, the tablet still glowing faintly with the image of Project Mirror.
Two subjects.
Two lives.
Two possibilities.
One truth.
Marcus had stopped pacing only minutes ago, now leaning against the wall while scanning through the fragments of data they had recovered.
But the more they searched, the less they
