They worked through the night. The module reacted to their hands; light trickled into delicate channels and something like a voice threaded through the hum. “Start...time...” it intoned, a chorus of tones that set Leon’s teeth on edge. He placed an explosive charge against a seam of dark metal while Mara stood watch. Men moved outside, drawn in like moths to the glow, their faces slack, limbs obedient.

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Before Leon could reply, the church doors blasted inward. Men with faces like carved masks surged in, their skin pale with fever, eyes milky and eager. They moved jerky, unnatural, like puppets tugged by the same string. One lunged at Leon, teeth flashing. Leon’s pistol barked, a crisp punctuation. The man folded, then another came. He fought his way out, heart punching the inside of his chest. Gunfire echoed off frescoed walls and collapsed pews.