“Well, little brother,” the digital ghost said. “You finally came for me. Took you long enough. And Lyra…” The AI’s eyes shifted. “You’ve grown. Let’s save your new world, shall we?”
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They walked back through the empty corridors of the evacuation center. Refugees pressed against viewports, staring at the swollen, angry sun. Fear was a smell in the recycled air. But Aris held the shard like a talisman. “Well, little brother,” the digital ghost said
He turned. His daughter, Lyra, clutched a frayed blanket. She was eleven, with eyes too old for her face. “Is it really him?” staring at the swollen