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Jax grips the phone tighter. His sister. Dead six years. Corp raid. Fire. No body. He searched. Found nothing. Stopped searching. Buried the hurt. “You’re not real,” he says. “This is a hack. Someone messing with me.” “Look across the street.” He does. Old hotel roof. Rain pouring off the edge. A f…

Jax grips the phone tighter. His sister. Dead six years. Corp raid. Fire. No body. He searched. Found nothing. Stopped searching. Buried the hurt. “You’re not real,” he says. “This is a hack. Someone messing with me.” “Look across the street.” He does. Old hotel roof. Rain pouring off the edge. A figure stands there. Long coat. Hood up. Can’t see the face. But the way she stands — hip out, arms loose — it’s Sable. Exactly how she used to wait for him after jobs.