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... rial groan.
Leon stepped inside. The air was colder than usual, recycled and sterile. It smelled of gun oil and the faint, metallic tang of cybernetics.
Commander Rostova stood at the head of the briefing table, her back straight, her face a mask of professional detachment.
"You’re late," Rostova said, though her tone lacked heat.
"I had to make a stop," Leon replied. He didn’t elaborate. The memory of Elara in the garden, her warmth, her scent, the promise of her ...
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