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Chapter 37: Five Years of Ash

ผู้เขียน: Sarah John
last update วันที่เผยแพร่: 2026-07-27 16:00:25

Marco POV

"Confirm the count," I said, watching the massive steel crates swing off the cargo ship under the harsh glare of the halogen floodlights. "I want every serial number matched before a single truck leaves this dock."

"Thirty-two containers," Luca said, tapping the screen of his tablet to check the manifest against the physical seals. "Matches the routing order exactly."

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