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Nikolai's Ultimatum

Author: Oma
last update publish date: 2026-08-19 23:36:58

PRESENT DAY:

​I pull out my phone. I dial the number I have memorized, the number that belongs to Lysander Ashcroft which I know he is still using till date.

​He answers on the third ring.

​"Lysander Ashcroft," he says. His voice is calm, measured, the voice of a man who has faced worse enemies than me. It is the voice of a man who has never known true loss. A man who has never had everything taken from him.

​"Nikolai Drakon," I say. "I am sure you remember me."

​There is a pause on the other e
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