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CHAPTER FORTY-ONE: "The High Council"

Autor: R. A. Ashcroft
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-04-08 19:58:36

We stayed up all night.

Not because the situation required it — the situation required sleep and clear thinking and the specific resources that only rest provided. We stayed up anyway because the document on Marcus's screen had the quality of something that could not be set down until it was fully understood, and understanding it fully was going to take the hours we had.

Marcus made coffee. Not the facility's standard issue — his own, from a press he kept in his desk drawer that nobody had ever
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