Chapter 3 · free to read
Dawn: nine minutes out. Eight hundred families asleep two hundred metres away.
He didn't kill the stream. He killed the light — so no one could see what came next.
The ghost fleet had a stay order, a livestream, a witness in uniform — and eight hundred people who refused to be erased quietly.
They won the dawn. Then, at 6:04 AM, the master file they'd uploaded to the wire went dark.
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