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Chapter 42

Author: Elijah
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The papers arrived on a Tuesday in the second week of January, three envelopes from Clara's office delivered by courier at nine in the morning while Caiden was on a call and I signed for them at the door.

I set them on the kitchen counter and looked at them for a moment. Three envelopes containing the formal documentation of a company being rebuilt from the inside — the separation of the legitimate operational division, the formal establishment of Black Architecture as an independent entity, an
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