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Chapter 54: Disturbing Evidence

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last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-03-15 20:00:49

Oliver Wren didn’t move for several seconds.

The council room was empty now.

Chairs pushed back.

Lights still on.

The faint hum of the building’s ventilation filled the silence.

His phone screen glowed in his hand.

And soon everyone else will too.

He read the message again.

Then again.

The words didn’t change.

They just settled deeper.

Slowly, Oliver locked the phone and slid it into his pocket.

His fingers felt colder than they should.
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