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Chapter 31: Finding Tazvik
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"Lena?" Deyvorn stared at the junior compliance officer crouching inside the narrow ventilation shaft, her uniform stained with industrial grease and sweat. "What are you doing here? If security catches you unlocking this cell, you’ll be sharing a biohazard incinerator with us."

"I’m not here to chat about my career trajectory, Deyvorn," Lena hissed, her fingers working frantically with a modified mag-key to override the room's internal circuit box. A shower of blue sparks spat from the wall
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