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CHAPTER 40: Preparation for Summit

Penulis: Gemma Writes
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-03-11 03:09:40
"Week four is about making sure we don't die," Sage says, spreading a map across the breakfast table like the eggs and toast aren't even there.

Nobody argues with her.

One week until Summit. Seven days to close every gap the conspirators might find and use against us. The map shows the convention center in clean, flat lines. Entry points marked in red. Exit routes in blue. Security blind spots circled in black ink.

I lean over it with my coffee going cold beside me.

"They'll be watching every mo
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