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Split Root

The bell’s third strike folds the air. Dirt swells, then settles. Wayne’s red-thread knot slides free like a taught trick; the cut is clean. He bares a tooth.

“Reset,” he tells Alden.

No coil hum. We killed the panel. Rowan hauls the rescued boy into grass. I raise Wayne’s pistol.

“Hands,” I ...