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Chapter 53: The Tides of War
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2026-09-24 18:42:34Aurelia's POV
The drive back from the Old Fortress to our Marseille command post took us along the jagged, sunlit coastal cliffs of the Corniche Kennedy.
Outside the SUV windows, the Mediterranean stretched out like a vast sheet of blue silk, but inside the cabin, the atmosphere was thick with tactical preparation. The black glass memory drive rested in a Pelican case on Thorne's lap, its single blue indicator light pulsing stead
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