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Chapter 10: The Cold Rain
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2026-09-10 07:00:00From the panoramic, tinted windows of her eighty-story penthouse office, Elena looked down at the street below. High-definition security monitors lined her marble desk, feeding live, crystal-clear footage from the gates of the Petrova-Dragomirov Maritime Alliance.
Through the thick, gray sheets of torrential downpour, she could see him.
Alexander Vance remained exactly where he had dropped twelve hours ago. He was kneeling on the frozen asphalt, his head tilted slightly upward t
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