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... Command Hall buzzed with restrained urgency. Maps of the Middle East flickered on the central screen—Baghdad, Tehran, Amman, and at the center of it all, a pulsing red zone: Damascus.
Thomas Estaris stood in front of the command table, arms crossed, jaw tight. The screen showed overlapping thermal scans and drone footage—black tendrils of biomass coiled through the ancient Syrian capital like veins choking a dying body. The once-proud city was gone, swallowed by something far worse than ...
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