chapter 63
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Chapter 63: The Suez Strategy

​The heat in Cairo wasn't like the humid weight of Cameroon; it was a dry, ancient fire that felt like it was baking the very soul. We stood at the base of the Great Pyramid of Giza, but I wasn't there to be a tourist. I was looking at the horizon, toward the thin blue line that controlled the pulse of the world’s economy: The Suez Canal.

​"Emeka, the Zero Key we took from Agnes didn't delete the System," Chidi said, his fingers flying across a brand-new, military-
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