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Chapter Thirty-Eight: Rafe's Research

Author: Caroline
last update publish date: 2026-06-12 05:07:51

The digital ledger for *The Veil’s* The holding company didn't look like a weapon until you stripped away the three overlapping layers of offshore trust registration. It was an unindexed SQL database, mirrored onto a cold-storage drive that Rafe had spent forty-eight hours pulling from a decommissioned server cluster in the Cayman Islands loop.

The air in his small, private workstation on the edge of the Meatpacking District smelled of burnt copper wiring and stale, cold espresso. Rafe sat low
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