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... many people still hadn't grasped the full significance of what the Ravensteins had just done. Instead, they focused on something else—the message the Ravensteins were trying to send.

It was a warning. One that the other tiered families in sector 3 received loud and clear. There was no mercy for traitors.

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However, the people in the control room, along with a select few, knew exactly what had just transpired.

The Ravenstei ...

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