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enemy in the Blanket
Author: Lev Bodgan
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As he moved further into the room, he spotted a familiar figure in front of him—Malov. The man who had once been his closest ally now stood among individuals who seemed to wield power beyond comprehension.

Malov’s gaze met Arkanza’s, expressionless as if he didn’t recognize him. Yet Arkanza could see something dark in his eyes—something that had transformed Malov into someone unrecognizable.

“Arkanza,” Malov said in a low voice. “You’ve come all this way just to see this?”

A faint smile crossed Malov’s face, and in that moment, Arkanza realized this was not the same Malov he once knew. The man before him was a traitor, vastly different from the friend who had once stood by his side.

“Don’t try to hide what you’ve done, Malov,” Arkanza said firmly. “I know who’s behind all this. And I will stop it.”

Malov merely smiled. “You’re too late, Arkanza. Everything has already changed. The truth you’re seeking… is far out of reach.”

The meeting had just begun, and Arkanza knew this was only th
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