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The Ghost in the Machine
Author: F.J. Wilder
last update2026-01-17 15:32:17

The Security Control Room was a cold, blue place. It smelled of ozone and hot electronics. One entire wall was covered in screens, showing every inch of Lord Qin’s underground kingdom.

Kaelen sat in the big leather chair in the center of the room. He looked calm. He had his feet up on the desk, and he was spinning a pen in his fingers.

"Sector 4 is quiet," said the technician sitting before a keyboard. "Nothing of the old man. The thermal sensors are negative."

"Keep scanning," Kaelen said, bor
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