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Chapter 205: The Ghosts in the Floorboards
Author: Larass
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The makeshift command bunker in Sector Four was completely submerged in shadows, illuminated only by the flickering, greasy orange light of a dozen oil lanterns.

Deputy Chairman Graves sat at the head of a long, scratched concrete table. He swirled a glass of imported synthetic whiskey, his pristine charcoal suit looking entirely out of place in the grimy, post-apocalyptic stronghold. To his left sat Sergei, the massive Russian syndicate boss, casually sharpening a heavy steel cleaver on a whe
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