The silence didn’t last.

When Alexander killed the power, he thought he had finally starved Damien of oxygen. But within forty-eight hours, the ghosts returned not through wires, not through code, but through people.

It began with a whisper.

Then, with doubt.

And before the week was over, the fortress that once operated like a single organism began to fracture from the inside.

The command center was lit only by lanterns and the flickering light of real paper maps. Every device capable of ...