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The Midnight Counter-Strike

Author: Orah Ataboh
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-06-28 01:46:47

The room felt smaller than it had a minute ago.

Zariel stood frozen in the middle of the cabin floor, her bare feet rooted to the cold hardwood, her mind looping the same six words over and over.

The exact same time. Down to the minute.

It wasn't a coincidence. Coincidences didn't happen to people like Julian Sterling. He had picked noon on purpose, the same hour the board scheduled the synchronization test, the same hour she and Kaelen were supposed to be standing in front of Silas Cross p
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