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... that night.
Even as dawn crept in, pale and uncertain, the hum of unease lingered in the air like static before a storm. Elena stood by the window of the penthouse, a cup of untouched tea cooling in her hands, watching the slow unraveling of darkness as morning arrived.
The leak had landed.
Not loudly. Not recklessly.
But with precision.
And precision, she had learned, frightened powerful people far more than chaos ever could.
Behind her, the low ...
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