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... fied. It wasn’t just weather anymore; it was a siege weapon. The wind howled like a dying god, rattling the reinforced shutters of the guest quarters where Squad Alpha-9 was recuperating.
Alvian sat on the edge of a lavish four-poster bed, completely ignoring the luxury around him. His focus was entirely internal, fixed on the blue holographic interface floating in his mind.
The mission at the mansion had been a success, but it was merely a skirmish. The real war was waiting in t ...
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