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... kly climbed up to grade D, just as initially anticipated.

Meanwhile, the requests available from grade D were simple reconnaissance or delivery requests.

For Aiden’s group, who possessed a vehicle, these were relatively easy types of requests.

“You’re here again today?”

Perhaps due to their almost constant presence for a week, Aiden’s group had become familiar with the staff in charge of requests.

A Jewish woman in her thirties named Amara Olson. At first ...

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