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Chapter 136 — The Fall of Sebastian
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2026-10-26 09:09:51Aveline
The sharp high-pitched beep of the armed detonator echoed through the stone chamber like a cold death knell.
00:15... 00:14... 00:13...
The red digital display on the support pillars flickered wildly, counting down the seconds before the plastic charges would shear through the concrete foundations and collapse the entire cliffside villa into the Mediterranean Sea.
Dust fell from the ancient stone ceiling in thin gray streams, filtering thro
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