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The First Fall

作者: Pamora
last update publish date: 2026-05-10 18:03:59

Adrian POV

The room feels different before anyone says a word.

Not louder.

Not tense in the way it used to be.

Just… decided.

That’s how you know you’re walking into something that’s already moved past debate.

The board is seated when I enter. No delays. No scattered arrivals. Everyone in place, papers aligned, expressions controlled a little too tightly.

Media pressure does that.

So does fear.

I take my seat without acknowledging any of it.

“Let’s proceed,” I say.

No one wastes time
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