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Chapter 7: The Lit Match
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2026-09-17 06:36:00The morning sun didn’t rise over London; it bled through a heavy canopy of grey fog, casting a cold, metallic sheen across the River Thames.
Inside the penthouse, the air was suffocatingly still. Vivienne stood by the glass wall, a porcelain mug of black coffee cradled in her hands. She hadn’t touched it. Her eyes were fixed on the television screen mounted on the dark accent wall. The crawl at the bottom of the sports network read: LIVE: London United Emergency Press Showc
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