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Chapter 114: The Mysterious Contact
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The shrill beep of Julian’s laptop broke the early morning silence. He glanced at the screen, where an email flagged as encrypted demanded his attention. The sender’s alias, Oracle, was unfamiliar. But the subject line sent a shiver down his spine: “The Gray Court’s Weakness.”

His heartbeat quickened as he opened the email:

Julian Grey,

You seek answers, and I hold them. The Gray Court is more than what you think, and their reach extends beyond your comprehension. I have what you need to dismantle them, but my assistance comes at a price.

Retrieve a list of government files tied to Project Avalon. They are the key.

Agree, and I will guide you. Refuse, and you will face them blind. You have 48 hours to decide.

—Oracle

The room felt colder. Julian leaned back, his fingers brushing his jaw as he reread the message. Suspicion battled with curiosity.

Minutes later, Logan appeared on a video call, his expression serious. “This screams trap, Julian. You’re talking about stealing blac
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