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Chapter 76: The First Attempt
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2026-09-24 19:00:00The attempt came three weeks after Farrow's warning, and it was the new security measures alone that prevented it from becoming considerably worse than the frightening near-miss it ultimately remained.
Elena was reviewing Council correspondence when the alarm sounded, a sharp, urgent bell she'd never once heard properly tested since its installation weeks before, and she was moving before her mind had fully processed the danger, old instinct carrying her toward the nursery with a spe
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