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Lucian leaned back in his chair, overlooking the massive monitors in his underground command room. Surveillance feeds, encrypted transactions, and apocalypse predictions flickered across the screens. One week. That was all the time left before the first wave of destruction.
He swirled a glass of whiskey in his hand, his mind razor-sharp. The world thought it was safe. The fools spent their days working, drinking, loving—blissfully unaware of the horrors that would soon consume ...
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