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CHAPTER 114: THE TEMPORAL KEY SOLUTION

مؤلف: Kene Smart
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-05-01 17:17:40

ISLA'S POV

January 26, 2026. 9:47 PM.

The elevator descends with a smoothness that feels unnatural, a vacuum-sealed drop that leaves my stomach somewhere on the top floor. Gabriel stands beside me, silent and watchful, a dark vertical line in the mirrored periphery.

Dinner with Claire is over. The signature cards burn a hole in my pocket, light as paper but heavy as a death sentence.

Tomorrow, we breach the vault.

The doors slide open with a soft chime. The lobby of the Baur au Lac is supposed
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