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Chapter 83

작가: Samantha Ely
last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-10-01 08:53:21

Aristide

The war room hummed with tension, the kind that settled in your bones and refused to let go. Pins on maps, radios crackling, the smell of coffee that had gone cold hours ago—it was the familiar heart of conflict, but this time it felt sharper, heavier.

Cipher’s name had been dragged into the light. And once a shadow is named, it becomes real.

I stood at the head of the table, knuckles pressed against the wood, eyes scanning every mark and note laid out before us. Enzo leaned heavily on his cane at my left, but his mind was sharp as ever. Elena hovered near the radios, fingers dancing over the dials as she shifted through frequencies, hunting ghosts in the static. Marco kept silent, arms folded across his chest, his jaw locked tight.

Bella sat beside me. She didn’t speak, not at first, but I felt her presence like a steady flame—quiet, grounding, unyielding.

“Carlo confirmed what we already suspected,” Enzo said, breaking the silence. “Cipher’s network isn’t centralized. It’s
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