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Chapter 68: The Sovereign's Reward

Auteur: Dahlia Black
last update Date de publication: 2026-08-26 00:21:26

The heavy iron doors of the master suite hissed shut, the electronic deadbolts sliding home with a muted, final click.

Outside, the mountain storm had softened into a steady, rhythmic rain that tapped against the high, reinforced glass skylights. Down in the subterranean strategy hall, the eleven captains were already executing the Consigliere’s rewritten logistical protocols, deploying strike teams to flush out the compromised Plattsburgh routes. The war was far from over, but in this quiet, e
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