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... reality itself.
Victim.
Not spy. Not traitor. Not enemy.
Victim.
The room erupted.
Not with sound—there was no shouting, no chaos—but with a collective intake of breath so sharp it felt like the air itself had fractured. Shock rippled through the gathered Vargans like a shockwave, their hatred stuttering, confused, seeking a new target and finding none.
I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t process what I’d just heard.
"That’s impossi ...
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