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Chapter 73: The Reckoning
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A Silent Standoff

The room was thick with tension, the air heavy with the stench of betrayal. Voss stood face-to-face with the man who had once been his mentor, his guide. Daniels, the mastermind behind the Raven, was calm, unfazed by the chaos that had unfolded.

Voss’s grip tightened on his weapon. He couldn’t afford to hesitate, not now, not when everything they had worked for was crumbling around them.

“You’ve really gone too far this time,” Voss said, his voice low and filled with anger. “You used us. All of us.”

Daniels merely smirked, his hands casually tucked into the pockets of his tailored suit. “I didn’t use you, Voss. I educated you. You just couldn’t see the bigger picture.” He motioned to the soldiers standing at attention. “You and your team are just pawns. You always were.”

Voss took a step forward, his eyes narrowing. "I don't care what you think anymore. The game is over. You're done."

The Game Unfolds

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