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MOSCOW’S VEINS AND THE STRAINS’ FIRST BLOOD

last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-01-24 15:30:56

Luca’s POV

Moscow’s winter dawn bled gray through the Arbat apartment’s bulletproof windows. The city outside moved in muted urgency: snowplows scraping asphalt, bundled figures hurrying past bread shops, distant church bells tolling like warnings. Inside, the terminal’s red alerts pulsed in rhythm with my heartbeat dormant strains no longer dormant. Moscow hospitals now reported twenty-three cases: FSB analysts, mid-level bureaucrats, all with identical symptoms fever spiking to 40°C, then hem
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