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Chapter 8 - The Red Alarm and the Smoke

The piercing shriek of the emergency alarm drowned out the tense dialogue, casting pulsating red shadows across the white marble floor and the glittering crystal chandelier. Smoke began to curl lazily from the ventilation ducts near the open terrace doors, carrying the faint, acrid scent of burning electrical insulation.

Marcus blinked, momentarily disoriented by the flashing lights and the sudden onset of smoke. His grip on Clara’s uniform loosened just enough for the young maid to wrench

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