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CHAPTER 81: Viktor Cornered

Author: B. Nelson
last update publish date: 2026-05-05 16:46:18

By five o'clock the coalition was inside the compound walls.

Nico told us in pieces the way information came through on the radio, fragments and confirmations building a picture that assembled itself like a map being drawn in real time. Northern approach team through the back gate. Eastern coalition closing the perimeter from the right. Viktor's internal forces caught between two fronts they had not anticipated because they had been watching the wrong approach for forty minutes while the right
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