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Chapter 46 — The Source

作者: Israel Clark
last update 公開日: 2026-04-12 15:01:16

The mediator didn’t raise his voice when he returned to the table, but the room shifted anyway.

“Counsel has advised,” he said evenly, “that the audio presented as Mr. Medina’s statement is not authentic. It is a synthetic impersonation.”

Celeste’s expression didn’t change. If anything, her calm looked more deliberate, like she’d expected the room to call it fake and had planned the next sentence anyway.

Her lawyer leaned forward. “We acknowledge the concern,” he said smoothly. “We submitted th
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