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The Artemis Fund

The velvet rope of their confinement had tightened. The master suite, now a fortress of encrypted servers, hummed with the energy of imminent attack. Ronak had secured the rare, specialized server access key—the only way to digitally penetrate the Artemis Fund’s high-level defenses without leaving a trace visible to Justice Mehta.

Anya was poised before the terminal, her mind already navigating the Fund’s complex, tiered defense system.

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