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Chapter 78: Cracked Tension
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... thinking. No one knew whom to trust anymore, and Henndar loved that. With this level of suspicion, they would get better results.
Good.
He stood from his seat with a slow, measured motion and extended a hand toward the ornate table.
The map shimmered to life. Projected midair by a flick of his finger, it rotated slowly—an intricate lattice of terrains, cities, and sectors. The red dots flickered like veins. Then, with a wave, Henndar drew glowing circles around certain se ...
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