(Siena POV)
The scent of fresh pine from the forest beyond my window mingles with the lingering aroma of herbal tea gone cold in a forgotten mug. My eyes burn from lack of sleep, but my mind refuses to rest, spinning endlessly over the revelations of the past two days.
I press my fingertips against my temples, trying to ease the throbbing pain that's taken up residence there.
On the desk before me sits the folder containing the Northern Territory records—the official account of Zion's diplomatic failure, neatly packaged and strategically released by Raiden to maximum effect.
Beside it lie my own hastily gathered notes from interviews with settlement residents who lived through the Silver Pack conflict, their perspectives adding dimensions to a story Raiden presented as a simple fa
