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The night was thick with fog and firelight as Isla stood in the underground church beneath Vienna's oldest quarter.
Once a sanctuary during the war, it now housed a new kind of faith: intelligence, rebellion, and quiet retribution. The air smelled of damp stone and candle wax. Around her stood her inner circle-Calix, Seraphine, Luka, and now two n
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