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Chapter 129: The Zenith Balance

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Sloane's POV

By two o'clock in the morning, the primary command center on the executive penthouse floor was engulfed in a deep, absolute quiet. The external lights of the city below flickered like a vast carpet of stars, bounded strictly by the illuminated transport arcs and automated supply lines of our central grid. Within the suite, the air remained a silent, perfect eighteen degrees Celsius, smelling faintly of rich leather, dark wood, and crushed cedar.

I stood before the main projection g
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