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... ind of surprise that came in a plain white envelope, hand-delivered by a courier with no name, no insignia, and no intention of answering questions. The man had left it on his desk like it was a takeout menu—then vanished before Zubair could demand anything more than a nod.
The envelope had no seal, just a barcode and a thin strip of red across the top. Country N’s color. Country A’s formatting.
He read it three times.
And then read it again.
The fucker from last ...
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