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Fury bubbled under Adrian’s skin as he caught up to Eleanora. She had just left the Investigation and Security Bureau Headquarters, where she was required to submit a weekly report.
“You’ve truly lost your mind, Ellie. Explain yourself. What is this?” Adrian demanded, waving a series of papers in front of her. This morning, he had received records from Pacard, one of the researchers in Harelle, that contained information about Eleanora’s ongoing research—the research she had promised to stop.
