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... rised when the letter arrived—only mildly curious at the formality.
It wasn’t a text, a call, or even one of those cryptic group messages the elite circles favored. No. This came in a red velvet envelope, sealed with black wax, and hand-delivered to his dorm.
A quiet knock. A bowed courier in a tailored uniform. No words exchanged.
Lin Feng closed the door behind him, ran a thumb across the wax seal, and broke it clean.
"An evening to dine. Crimson Circle ...
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