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Chapter 15

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Raven’s POV

There’s a certain calm before a storm. It isn't silence and not peace. Just… the world pausing, as if waiting to see who will pull the trigger.

We were in that pause.

The UmbraChain files sat backed up in three places. One was encrypted in a flash drive in Franca’s satchel, another embedded in the lining of my jacket, and a third hidden inside a hollowed-out book in Rico’s duffel. Paranoia wasn’t a flaw anymore. It was a survival trait.

We were back in Paris. Not by choice, but by necessity. Castor had too many roots here too many shadows that still moved when no one was looking. The UmbraChain list showed us names, yes, but not movements. Not alliances. Not who was sitting down with who.

For that, we needed Thierry Dumas.

Franca got the address through a journalist contact. Dumas had moved into a private estate in Saint-Cloud a place so secure it didn’t even show up on public satellite imaging. What did show up, thanks to Franca’s handiwork, were six armed guards, t
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