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Chapter Twelve: A Dead Man

Author: Mel
last update publish date: 2026-07-16 19:41:14

Lucien Vale

The desert night air was still warm when I pulled into the Vale Racing Compound. Forty acres of concrete, glass, and controlled chaos under the stars. The garages never truly slept, hydrogen lines hissed softly, test engines occasionally screamed in the distance but something felt wrong the second the gates closed behind me.

Marcus was waiting inside Bay Three. No tablet. No briefing folder. Just his solid frame standing under the harsh overhead lights, hands loose at his sides. I’
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