The New Believers
The crowd gathered at dawn. Brayn stood on the edge of the square, his eyes scanning the faces of the assembled people. Thousands had gathered, their voices raised in song. It wasn't a protest. It wasn't a celebration. It was something else entirely. "Andrew," he called into his comm. "What is this?" Andrew's voice crackled back, strained and uncertain. "I've been monitoring the city's networks. There's a new movement growing. They're calling themselves the Believers." "The Believers? What do they believe in?" Andrew paused, his voice barely a whisper. "They believe that the ancient one was a god. That the Ghost was a messenger. That the system was a test. And that the Founders were prophets." Brayn's blood ran cold. "That's insane." "Maybe. But they're growing fast. They're saying
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