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20. The Nine Digits

作者: The Black Daisy
last update 公開日: 2026-05-06 00:05:57

Cora’s POV

The Foundation headquarters felt like a monument to Silas’s dominance. As I walked through the lobby, the sharp, aggressive tang of Alpha power hit me, a weight in the air that usually made humans bow their heads. I didn’t bow. I just tightened my grip on my bag and kept my eyes on the floor.

By the time I reached the top floor, my head was swimming. I had dosed myself with the Liquid Silver before leaving the house, though I’d been careful to use a slightly small
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