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Chapter 157

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last update publish date: 2026-09-17 18:29:24

Elena’s POV

The cold that greeted our return to Midtown was dry, brittle, and unyielding.

By ten on Thursday morning, the eighty-fifth floor was drenched in the crisp, pale sunlight of a mid-winter sky. Through the floor-to-ceiling glass, the spires of Manhattan stood like carved obelisks of ice, their shadows stretching long and dark across the grey grid of the city below.

On my desk lay the real-time operational map of the Mississippi intermodal corridor—a twelve-hundred-mile arterial spine s
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