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... oom was thick with tension.
The stale scent of cheap coffee and sweat lingered like ghosts in the narrow, dim-lit space, filled with high-ranking officers and a few chosen field operatives. On the wide screen affixed to the front wall, a grainy drone-captured photo flickered into focus the silhouette of a woman clad in black and crimson.
The one they called the Zombie Witch.
I sat in the front row, fingers tightly gripping the folder of my latest report. ...
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