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The dim bulb above the war table swung gently, casting shifting shadows across the faded map spread out beneath it. The warehouse smelled of dust, oil, and something sharper—gunmetal anticipation. The air was thick with tension, the kind that wrapped around the lungs and made every breath feel like a countdown. Elena stood at the head of the table, her fingers splayed across the edge of the map, her eyes scanning each marked entry point, every red circle around enemy strongholds. Around her, soldiers murmured, weapons were loaded, radios clicked to life with hushed static. But she barely noticed. Her mind was already deep inside the compound, already navigating the corridors of chaos that awaited them. Across from her, Alessandro leaned over the map, his jaw tight, arms crossed as if phy
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