Epilogue
A day later, the safehouse had settled into an uneasy routine. Mira spent hours poring over the drive, preparing evidence for transmission to a hidden resistance node. Kade watched from the window, eyes scanning the streets below for threats—or maybe for a sign that the world could change.
A coded message flashed on Kade’s wrist device: a single phrase—You are not alone.
Mira looked up, hope and exhaustion in equal measure. “Do you think it’s enough? What we have?”
Kade considered the city, the wall, the millions on both sides caught in the machine’s grip. “It’s a start.”
Far below, in the restless heart of the city, word began to spread—a leak in the machine’s armor, a ripple of defiance. Kade knew the fight was far from over, but for the first time in a long while, he didn’t feel like he was running alone.
Above the fractured skyline, the first sunlight broke through the clouds, scattering across the glass.
The story was just beginning.