Chapter 213 two hundred and thirteen

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ROWEN

I woke up at three minutes past four a.m., eyes snapping open in the pitch black of my hotel suite. The glow from the city barely made it past the blackout curtains. My body operated like a machine, tight schedule, trained instincts, zero hesitation. I didn’t need an alarm. Discipline...

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