Chapter 87 Resonance

(Amani POV)

The signal hits like a pulse straight to the spine.

Static first—thin, jagged, almost meaningless. Then a breath. A sound so faint it could be the mountain itself exhaling. And then—

“Amani.”

His name, through the dark.

It’s Ghost’s voice. Older. Rougher. Too calm for a dead man.

I...

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