Chapter 24

Inside Tharion’s complex, the light was so bright it hurt. Every corridor was glass or polymer, scrubbed to a mirror finish. Armed guards watched from behind polarized visors—Federation models, but souped up with new insignia and old scars. At each corner, a half-hidden drone hovered, red lenses tracking, their gunports warm and ready.

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