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CHAPTER 53: THE BROTHER AT THE GATE
Author: OmasPen
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By midnight the foundation site had become a command room with no walls. Elara had cleared a stretch of concrete and laid out the blueprints under work lights, then pinned the scanned sign-off beside them so that the past and the future sat side by side. Daren stood over both with his arms folded.

"I can't prove anything from a scan," Elara said. "A forensic examiner will want the original and the seal impression. Marco's lawyers hold the original. They will not release it."

"Then we find where
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