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(Epilogue – Final Chapter)
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One year later.
The world had begun to heal.
Governments rebuilt the truth about Helix spread like fire, no longer buried under redacted documents and staged news. Protesters turned into memorial builders. The Red Tower site was transformed into a quiet garden where no flowers grew—only stone and silence.
But Liam never returned there.
He had seen enough fire.
Now, he lived on the edges of the world.
A little bookstore in Lisbon. A cat that refused to leave. A garden with wild rosemary and a broken sundial. He rarely spoke of what happened. Not to the neighbors. Not to the tourists who whispered about the "Helix Ghost."
But every morning, he woke up and whispered one name.
> Aria.
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One morning in October, the mailman handed him a small parcel.
No return address.
Wrapped in aged black paper, tied with gold thread.
His name written across it in looping script:
To the boy who never stopped waiting.
Liam froze.
His heart beat like a drum in a cathedral.
Hands trembling, he tore it open.
Inside was a letter.
Folded neatly.
Written in golden ink.
The handwriting—familiar.
It was hers
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Liam,
If you're reading this, I've already gone too far to return.
But memory is strange.
Sometimes it hides things in places even time can't erase.
Before Omega and I vanished, I carved this version of me into the deepcode—locked it behind the name I trusted most: yours.
No one else could find me.
No one else should.
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His fingers trembled. Tears hit the page.
The letter continued.
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I don't know what the world looks like now.
Maybe it's better. Maybe worse.
But if you're safe—if the world no longer needs monsters like us—then let me sleep.
Let the war end with me.
But if the sky ever darkens again…then find me, Liam and wake me.
I'll always come back to you.
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He closed his eyes, pressing the page to his chest.
All the memories—her voice, her fire, her laugh—came rushing back.
She had always burned too brightly.
But maybe...maybe she had left enough of herself behind.
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Scene fades.
Later that night, Liam places the letter in a metal case.
He buries it beneath the roots of the rosemary bush outside his window.
Then he sits with a journal in his lap and writes:
If love is a storm, then you were the lightning.
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In a hidden server deep beneath the earth, far from cities and noise…
A line of golden code pulses softly.
It waits.
It listens.
And in the silence, two names are whispered by a system still dreaming:
Aria. Liam.
Heart key… confirmed.