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Chapter 32: Setting the Bait

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The safehouse felt smaller after the East Harbor mission—tighter, heavier, as though the walls had soaked in the tension and refused to let it go. Elara sat at the head of the table, a rough sketch of the pier spread out in front of her.

The others watched her in silence. Damien still had his jacket on, one leg bouncing with restless energy. Marcus leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, waiting. Lena stood near the door, her expression unreadable.

Elara tapped the pen against the paper. “She d
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