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... ng through the quiet tension. "I can't be sure if Urzo is involved, but the odds are high. Especially given how they knew to target the Space Platform and block your escape route. You need to act with that in mind—strike without mercy, because your survival depends on it."

An eerie silence followed. The implications of Jay's words were not lost on any of them. If Urzo was involved, their situation was far more precarious than they had realized. Urzo's vicious methods, and his willingness ...

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