The Measured Weight of an Unbroken Gaze and the Sharp Cost of Cold Retribution
CHAPTER 1: THE RECKONING OF SILENCE “You keep acting like that, but nobody here believes you anymore,” the kid says, his knuckles going white against the grain of the scarred oak table. He is twenty-eight, maybe less. He has the freshly scrubbed look of a junior specialist who still thinks the uniform is a shield…