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... orn in the chamber had barely formed when her body was already in motion. There was no shout, no provocation, no study of the terrain. She advanced like a sharpened certainty: not to warn, not to test, but to kill. Her steps were more than firm: they were definitive. There was no doubt in her trajectory, no curve in her movement. She went straight toward Ivano C. Dirac, not like someone attacking a boss, but like someone executing a root. Her right arm tensed at the exact moment, her fingers cur ...
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