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Chapter Eighty-One : The Ascent

Autor: Zainab
last update Data de publicação: 2025-12-07 19:15:56

(Alessandro’s POV)

The flight across the Atlantic was a long, dark tunnel of quiet, controlled tension. Our private jet was a ghost in the night sky, a silent, pressurized capsule carrying a handful of people on an impossible mission. We were flying into the heart of a frozen nightmare, a war against an enemy who could bring back the dead.

My men were quiet, each lost in their own thoughts, checking their weapons, studying the preliminary schematics Anya had sent us. Lucian was a mask of
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