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INTO THE INNER CIRCLE
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“The one who summoned you,” Mael added, “goes by the code name Virellia. She doesn’t call for just anyone.”

Nolan was confused. Was he that special?

Nolan swallowed, a dry knot was forming in his throat. The Triune. The name itself felt heavy, steeped in unseen authority.

Blockchain gods, he thought, or perhaps the High Priests of the Hash Rate, the Custodians of the Crypto-Cosmos, maybe even the Architects of Algorithmic Destiny.

These weren't just powerful people; they were the very foundation of this hidden world, the ones who pulled the digital strings of unimaginable wealth.

He pictured them as figures of myth, perhaps even literal hybrids – part human, part cold, calculating machine, their minds whirring with complex equations and predictive algorithms.

The idea of meeting someone named Virellia, who "doesn't call for just anyone," sent a shiver down his spine that was half dread, half electrifying anticipation.

Nolan took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves, but his
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    He murmured, his deep voice was barely above a whisper.“Precisely,” Nolan said, nodding slowly. “This isn’t just spying. This is a declaration. They want me to know I’m vulnerable… that they can reach me—anywhere, anytime. And this isn’t a normal hitman style, not entirely. Too… personal. Too taunting. Too haunting.”Just as the word “haunting” left Nolan’s lips, the lights in the room—and the entire mansion—flickered, then plunged them into pitch-black silence.In one fluid motion, Anya’s hand flew to the pistol holstered at her side, her stance shifting into combat readiness. Her eyes scanned every shadow, every flicker of movement in the darkness. Boris stepped forward, placing his massive frame between the door and the rest of the room. His breathing slowed, his muscles coiled like a spring. Mr. Jethro didn’t move from his seat, but his shoulders straightened, and his eyes narrowed—his body language was now more alert than ever.No one spoke. No one dared.Outside the meeting r

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    Nolan stared at the screen. We see you. The words burned into his thoughts.His hands trembled. The footage had shown him in every room—his study, his kitchen, even his bunker. That wasn’t just a security breach. That was a message.Someone had been inside. Someone skilled enough to leave no trace.The lights flickered again. He looked up fast, eyes scanning every corner. Was it a power issue—or were they watching right now?The walls felt closer. The silence louder. His lab, once a safe place, now felt like a lie.He had swept his chamber, his lab and his balcony. He even asked some of the enforcers within his mansion to scan the area countless times. Nothing. No hidden devices, no signs of entry. And yet, the chip had proof. Clean, perfect video. From impossible angles.How did they do it? How long had they been there?He felt cold. Not from fear—but from the truth hitting him hard: he wasn’t alone. He hadn’t been for a while.This was more than spying. It was control.Nolan clenche

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    Finally, with a deep breath, Nolan carefully lifted the box. It was surprisingly light, almost empty. He brought it inside, placing it gently on a clean, white cloth on his desk. He used a tiny, specialized pry tool to unseal the edges. The lid lifted with a soft click, revealing its contents. There was only one thing inside: a single, small, black data chip. It looked like a standard memory chip, but Nolan knew better than to trust appearances. This was clearly encrypted, likely with a level of security that would stump anyone else. But not him.He picked up the chip, feeling its cool, smooth surface against his gloved fingers. His mind raced. "If they wanted me dead," he thought, "I’d already be dead." This wasn't about killing him. This was about something else. A message. A warning. A declaration. But from whom? Elias Thorne? The Phantom Syndicate? Or someone else entirely? The questions swirled in his mind, each one leading to another dead end. Yet, there was a strange s

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    The city lights outside Nolan’s window shimmered, it was a distant, sleepy hum that usually soothed his racing thoughts. Tonight, it offered no comfort. He was deep within the Strauss mansion, a grand house he now called his own, surrounded by the quiet hum of his super-computers. It was late, the kind of late where shadows stretched long and the world seemed to hold its breath. Nolan wasn't sleeping. He was lost in a maze of encrypted files, trying to make sense of the digital phantom named Elias Thorne. Lines of code scrolled across multiple screens, some showing complex simulations of network vulnerabilities, others displaying the cold, dead end of his searches for any trace of Thorne. He pushed his mind, trying to crack the invisible wall that protected this ghost.A subtle mechanical buzz pierced the silence of the night. It was a faint sound at first, almost like a giant, angry bee, but it grew louder, closer. Nolan's head snapped up. He wasn't expecting anyone. He had no d

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    The soft glow of his laptop screen painted Nolan’s face in the dim light of his office. Outside, the city of Bullwick hummed a restless lullaby, but inside, only the quiet hum of his computer and the rhythmic tap of his fingers on the keyboard broke the silence. He was deep in the digital labyrinth of the blockchain market, a place where fortunes were made and lost in the blink of an eye. For Nolan, it was his playground, a swirling vortex of data he had learned to master.Two months. That's how long the Ghost Network had been truly active. And in that short time, it had transformed everything. Nolan, who at one point in time was down to bare bones after Zephyr Kaine had stolen from him was now a titan in his own right. His personal wealth had soared past two hundred million dollars, a staggering sum that still felt unreal at times within just two months. And his company? Timo Fintech was thriving, a direct result of the insights and strategies Nolan fed it, all powered by the in

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