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chapter 32
Author: Bolu Boski
last update2026-07-27 02:33:57

The phone rang eleven times. The President held it to his ear, his face draining of color with each unanswered tone, until the automated message clicked on. *"The number you have reached is not available. Please try your call again."

He lowered the phone slowly, his hand trembling, and looked at Julian with the hollow, haunted expression of a man who had just realized he was alone.

"The Joint Chiefs don't answer," the President whispered. "The Secretary of Defense doesn't answer. My Chief of St
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