Gaius woke before the sun touched the city.
The light outside his window was dim and grainy, scattered through the smog-thick skyline. His coat lay folded across a chair. His boots were where he left them. Nothing hummed. Nothing pulsed.
He checked his palm, though he didn’t know why.
Just skin. No glyph. No scar. No glow.
The dream, if there had been one, was already dissolving. He felt it only in the tightness behind his ribs, like a word he couldn't remember having spoken.
He muttered something under his breath, pulled on his coat, and stepped into the cold silence of Nexus Prime.
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