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The frost on Corinne's headstone had started to melt. Brynn Keller watched a single droplet trace down the carved dates, sliding past numbers that shouldn't have come so soon. Dawn light cut through bare branches overhead, turning Rock Creek Cemetery into geometric patterns of shadow and cold gold. Eighteen months. The number had stopped meaning anything except weight. She set the white roses against the marble base. Her hands trembled. She'd stopped pretending it was the cold three weeks ago when sleep became something that happened to other people. Four hours in the last seventy-two. Her body ran on gas station coffee and forward momentum, because stopping meant thinking, and thinking led to places that made it impossible to function. Traffic hummed from 16th Street beyond the cemetery gates. People heading to jobs where sisters didn't bleed out on operating tables when backup generators failed during routine surgery. Where hospitals didn't go dark for six minutes. Where 2 AM phone calls came from drunk friends, not surgeons who couldn't meet your eyes in the waiting room. Leaves crackled under her boots as she stood. She didn't look back. Looking back never changed a goddamn thing. The drive to Langley took forty minutes. Brynn's mind had already left the cemetery, cycling through the anomalies she'd flagged yesterday afternoon. Patterns buried in network monitoring data that everyone else dismissed as background noise. The coffee from the security checkpoint tasted like burned metal. She drank it anyway. Fluorescent lights buzzed in the Directorate of Analysis bullpen at a frequency that made her jaw ache. Badge swipe, elevator down to sublevel three, past rows of analysts staring at screens in the artificial day that never changed. Her workstation looked exactly as she'd left it at midnight. Three monitors arranged in a half-circle. Cold coffee…