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And Kael? He sat in his silent bolt-hole, the Cype Crack now a wide, calm river inside him. The pain was gone. The secrets were out. For the first time in his life, his mind was quiet.

A young girl’s voice, barely a whisper, trapped inside a black-market data cache. She wasn't a file. She was a real person, a witness to a massacre committed by the Above’s ruling council, her consciousness digitized and held for ransom. The crime-lords were bidding on her like a painting.

But the hoard had a flaw. It was called the Cype Crack.