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CHAPTER 256: FIRST CONTACT

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South Boston. 8:15 PM.

The apartment on E Street smelled of stale coffee and drafting graphite. It was a third-floor walk-up, the kind with radiators that clanked like dying engines and floors that sloped toward the street.

Marcus Sterling sat at his drafting table, a Luxo lamp casting a harsh circle of light onto the blueprints for a brownstone renovation in Dorchester.

He wasn't working. He was staring at his phone.

It sat on the scarred wood of the desk, screen dark, silent. But it felt radi
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