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... es groaning faintly, a man stepped inside.
He moved with the quiet confidence of someone who belonged—broad-shouldered, his presence commanding without effort. Streaks of gray threaded through the dark hair at his temples, a sign of experience rather than age. His suit was impeccable, the crisp lines unmarred by travel, every detail speaking of precision and control.
Harris—Kael’s old supervisor.
His gaze swept the room, taking in the worn furnishings, the faint metallic ...
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