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    Later that night, Skyla gathered her inner circle in a small, dimly lit room at the back of an abandoned warehouse. The space was cramped, the air thick with the scent of oil and rust, but it was secure. The walls were lined with maps and diagrams, each one detailing a different aspect of Aether’s infrastructure. Skyla stood at the head of the table, her arms crossed and her expression grim.


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