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The room was nothing like the war rooms Odin had favored.
There were no thrones. No raised platforms. No walls lined with weapons or psychological warfare.
Instead, Isla stood in a circular chamber made of salvaged glass and ironwood, built in the ruins of what had once been a luxury observatory tower. Now, the place had become their nexus-center
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