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Chapter 24: The Final Audit
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Chapter 24: The Final Audit

The red-eye flight to Changi Airport felt less like a journey and more like a missile launch. Daffa stared out the tiny cabin window at the swirling banks of clouds, the ghostly green reflection of his own exhausted face staring back at him. Beside him, Clarisse was motionless, her eyes fixed on the illuminated screen of a secure tablet, her thumb rhythmically scrolling through encrypted ledgers that hadn't seen the light of day since the 2008 financial crash.
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