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Chapter Sixty nine– The Counterstrike
Author: Maqhwara
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By the next morning, Greyharbor buzzed with furious energy. The blackout had lifted in parts of the town, flickering lights returning like hesitant hope — but the real fire was now in the people.

They had seen the leaked files, passed from hand to hand like contraband truth. They spoke of Locke Global’s manipulation, of the deliberate blackout to “leverage cooperation.” For a brief moment, unity burned bright — outrage drawing neighbors together.

Then the screens lit up again.

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