Operation WatchtowerBryce Wexley is unraveling. Haunted by Alpine. Hunted by the shadows he once served. The sun flays. The city forgets. But something vast remembers. Visions strike like lightning to the skull… of towers, of doors, of names he never learned but somehow knows. They sing now. And deep inside, a voice whispers: You were never one man. You were the lock.
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