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The room pulsed with blue light-calculated, cold, surgical.
Désirée stood at the center of a circular command hub deep beneath the eastern Alps, far from any satellite coverage, far from Odin's decaying shadows. This place-Vantress-had been grown, not built. Bio-tech, silent nodes, veins of circuitry pulsing like blood beneath its walls.
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