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words landed like gunfire.
Not loud.
Final.
Alexander’s empire was not collapsing because of a rival attack.
Not because of betrayal.
Not because of bullets.
Because of a locked door.
“And you,” Alexander continued, “are the twenty-fifth so-called expert to stand in front of it and cry defeat.”
Henrik backed away.
“There is a dead man’s switch. The thermal continue reading …
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