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Arclight Moves

作者: Pamora
last update 公開日: 2026-04-14 14:29:10

Adrain POV

War rarely announces itself.

Most of the time it begins quietly. A shift in numbers. A movement of money that seems ordinary until you look closely enough to see the pattern underneath.

By the time the pattern becomes obvious, the attack has already begun.

I’m halfway through a call with London when Damien walks into my office without knocking.

That alone tells me something is wrong.

He never interrupts meetings unless the situation demands it.

I end the call immediately.

“We
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