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... rning was the noise.
OTS was never quiet. There was always movement, voices, the low hum of something being built, negotiated, planned.
Even in Lucian’s absence, we had managed to hold that rhythm together. Not perfectly. Not without friction. But intact.
This was different.
Voices raised too high. Footsteps too fast. The kind of tension that didn’t belong to routine—it belonged to disruption.
I paused halfway down the corridor, files tucked under my arm, ...
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