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Chapter 104: Planning Phase 2
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The rhythmic pulse of the city continued to thrum through the floorboards, a low-frequency vibration that had become the soundtrack of Tavian’s life. He stood up from the floor, his joints popping in a synchronized protest against the hours of crouching and reaching, and wiped his palms on a rag that had seen better decades. Across the room, Nira stood at the primary projection table, her fingers dancing through streams of light as she rearranged the city’s architectural topography.

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