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Author: Night Raven
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-10-08 08:10:00

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Behind one of the regal red velvet curtains, a figure stepped into the open. He was not one of them. Not an Elder. Not a noble. He was merely a guard, dressed in the same black and steel-gray uniform as the others, indistinct and unmemorable. That was his strength—he blended in, walked unseen, unnoticed. Just another shadow in the estate.

He approached the circular table with cautious silence, gloved fingers pulling a small device from inside his vest. His eyes darted once toward the grand doors. Then, moving swiftly, he knelt under the table, fingers brushing across the underside until they found a blinking red light no bigger than a pinhead. His lips twisted in satisfaction. The recording had completed.

He took out a tiny connector from his pocket—no wires, no screen, just pure matte black. Clicking it once, he held it against the blinking light. It blinked faster for three seconds, then died.

The data had transferred.

Still crouched, he whispered,
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