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The safehouse on the outskirts of Berlin was quiet-too quiet for Isla's liking. A converted cathedral surrounded by forest, its broken stained-glass windows were sealed with reinforced panels, its echoing halls now filled with digital hums, weapon lockers, and cold resistance whispers.
Echo stood beneath a fractured arch, the colored light from a
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