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11. SNEAKING IN

I stared up at the monstrous wall of the Suryavanshi Mansion, arms crossed, chewing on the inside of my cheek like it owed me rent. Typical. Overcompensating much? Ten feet of stone, cameras at every corner, sensors buried underground. God, they really thought they were untouchable, didn’t they?

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