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. The screen shifted to the obsidian-and-blood-red interface of The Sh

syndicates, and pharmaceutical conglomerates flashed across the task board. I filtered o

led fox emblem. An encrypted point-to-point video link bypas

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point," I

ckground looked like a luxury hotel suite. "I heard

my own,"

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htly, resting my chin

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lling the clinical case notes I had reviewed during my time at The Summit Institute. "Standard surgical interven

nonymous relay to drop a whisper into his encrypted inbox-hinting that th

ou're meddling in my hun

s deep monopoly over North American sports medicine channels to uncover the real orchestrators behind your parents' fata

ss credentials

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letting the screen fa