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Chapter 74 – Claim Without Witness

Author: JDHWS
last update publish date: 2026-03-02 20:54:53

Malcolm arrived without an entourage.

No drones.

No visible escort.

No Bastion insignia.

He stepped off a small twin-engine civilian aircraft onto Icelandic gravel as if he were visiting a colleague, not walking into the only place on Earth actively designed to exclude him.

The wind hit him first—sharp and indifferent.

He did not flinch.

Charlotte watched from the ridge as he approached.

No security perimeter.

No armed reception.

That had been her decision.

If he came without systems, she would
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