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The back up safe house was eerily quiet, except for the distant hum of machinery and the soft shuffle of footsteps across the cold, concrete floor. Ethan stood by a metal pillar, his eyes fixed on the map Matteo had shown him. Lila sat beside him, her face pale, her eyes a mix of confusion and disbelief. The weight of the night’s revelations hung heavy in the air.

Ethan rubbed his face