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Chapter 113 The Things That Remain

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last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-09-16 14:00:59

The facility was not gone. But it was no longer what it had been. The damage was extensive. Several sections had been sealed off. Emergency teams moved through the remaining operational areas, checking what escaped and what was still locked, recovering equipment, documents, and anything that could still be salvaged.

The organisation had suffered a serious loss. But it had not collapsed. It was too old for that. Too established. One facility could be damaged. One operation could fail.
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