The Man’s Decree – Chapter 5996

Jared withdrew his hand. A bead of gray light clung to his palm, winked out, and was gone.

He stayed still. His spiritual sense fanned across the room like a silent radar sweep, tasting for loose threads, alarms, or anything that remembered Miles' existence.

Two breaths, that was all the span between arrival, strike, and erasure. Fast, precise, merciless, carried out beneath the threshold of sound.

Jared moved to the window, tilted his head, and let the night breathe against his ear.

The Executioners' Quarters remained hushed. Far off, voices drifted from the Duty Room, and beyond them the measured crunch of patrol boots passed by and faded. Nothing from the cottage leaked outward; the silence lay intact.