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THE LAST SCAN AND THE FINAL CLAIM

last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-01-18 16:37:58

Luca’s POV

The Berlin hub’s central chamber was colder than the grave steel walls humming with the low throb of servers, blue light from the retinal scanner pulsing like a heartbeat in the dark. The door had sealed behind me with a pneumatic hiss, locks engaging with finality. Eighteen hours had shrunk to sixteen; the self-destruct countdown ticked in the corner of my vision projected on the wall in cold red numerals. I stood alone before the scanner, the weight of the Volkov legacy pressing do
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