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... at of the blood still boiling in my veins.
I was sitting in one of the safe rooms inside the secret headquarters of the magical intelligence agency in the central sector of Elysium.
The room had been designed to be comfortable: soundproof walls, a dim yellow light that eased the nerves, and an old Italian coffee machine that used low-rank fire cores to brew the best Brazilian beans.
But I didn’t feel comfortable. I felt angry.
A cold, viscous anger — the sort that ...
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