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Chapter 108 – The first half
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2026-07-05 08:30:21Things are supposed to arrive with a bit of warning, really. A knock. A cough. Maybe a polite little note saying, Brace yourself, this is about to ruin the evening.
In Maya’s experience, bad intel preferred dusk.
Priya brought it in on a torn-off page, in her own handwriting, because the encrypted channel didn’t keep anything. It just passed through, like a ghost with poor admin skills, and you copied what you could before it vanished.
“Off the legacy band,” Priy
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