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Chapter 177: The Tectonic Debt

Author: Nova Thorne
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BOOK SIX: THE IRON CROWN

(Jace’s Perspective)

A treaty is just a piece of paper that men sign when they run out of weapons.

It took exactly two hours for the High Guild Master of the eastern territories to completely dismantle a fourteen-year political structure. He signed the absolute surrender of all merchant foundries, rail-lines, and airships directly on the crumpled, salt-stained iron hood of the dreadnought we had parked on his front steps.

He didn't argue terms. You don't negotiate when
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