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Chapter Sixty Five
Author: Perfect Pen
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Kael

Kael stood in the center of the safe house, hands braced against the edge of the table, his pulse a steady drumbeat in his ears. The dim overhead light flickered, casting jagged shadows across the room, but he barely noticed.

Because none of it made sense.

Because nothing he had believed was real.

The documents lay open before him—stacks of aged files, yellowed papers marked with redacted names, surveillance logs stretching back decades. There were pages filled with cryptic notes, maps of locations that shouldn’t exist, and timelines that contradicted everything he thought he knew.

For years, he had fought this war like a grandmaster playing chess, always thinking five steps ahead, always believing he understood the board. Every move calculated. Every battle fought with precision.

But now?

Now he realized—he had never been in control.

Because the person pulling the strings hadn’t just erased themselves from history.

They had written history.

And Kael had been living in a story th
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