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The air tasted sterile and synthetic.
Isla pressed her back to the cold steel wall, steadying her breath. The facility beneath the Sangren Crater was nothing like Désirée's other compounds. This one was a ghost-no maps, no schematics, not even whispers in the underground networks. But she was here now. In the dark heart of her enemy's creation.
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