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CHAPTER 79: THE SHUTTERED COMMAND CENTER
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2026-04-06 02:09:49ISLA'S POV
My Astoria studio. 11:03 AM.
I’m packing one bag. It’s pathetic how easily my entire life fits inside it.
Three changes of clothes. Toiletries. My father's Rolex, heavy with the weight of unspent value. The partnership photo of our fathers, the edges soft from handling.
Gabriel w
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