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The moment I stepped off the plane, the cold Moscow air hit me.
Crisp. Sharp. Unforgiving.
I pulled my black trench coat tighter around me as I walked through the airport, my new identity fully in place.
Wolf.
No longer Samuel Gebb.
No longer tied to the past.
Now?
I had one focus.
Roselle.
I wasted no time.
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