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CHAPTER 102: THE GHOST PROTOCOL
Author: Tan clipps
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The alarm just kept going, this loud, flat screeching sound that made my ears ring. I stood there in the dirt, my hand still holding that regular iron hammer, watching the sky twitch.

Elara came bursting through the forge doors a second later. Her matte black short sword was already out, the metal giving off this tight, low violet hum. It wasn't the bright flare from before, just a defensive little pulse, but I could feel my own chest tightening up the exact same way. When you spend months link
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