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Chapter 21: The Scent of Old Copper

Author: Plum&Prose
last update publish date: 2026-06-23 01:10:53

The digital key did not merely match the terminal interface; it clicked home with a heavy, pressurized hydraulic hiss that sounded like a tomb unsealing.

Grace sat frozen at her dark walnut desk in the West Wing of the estate, the pale, clinical glow of her laptop screen washing over her face. Outside, the relentless Canadian night seemed to press against the massive glass panels, but inside, the only reality that existed was the harsh, blue-tinted light reflecting off her widening eyes.

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