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Chapter 146: The Queen in Glass (Maya's POV)

Auteur: Emel Emerald
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Maya companies' headquarters were a kingdom of kingdoms.

Seventy-two stories tall, glass skin sliced the sky into silvers and smokes of angles. The city pulsed beneath her — red rear-lights curving, people crawl like insects over crossings, billboards burning her name through nights. They all glowed with her face, as if the world itself couldn't go on without first passing beneath her mirror.

There was quiet in her office, however.

Her servants had learned to let it be. Only in outer halls, as far away as incense beyond a temple door, were grumblings heard.

Maya leaned against the window, the fingers tracing listlessly the cold of the glass, drumming fingers against it with a slowness so habitual as to be unconscious. She was not gazing out over the city. She was gazing out over it. Where she couldn't look but always did. Blackwood Hall.

That name was a curse even in her mind.

Her head was spinning a little inside the glass — a woman of success, silk that shone like metal, diamo
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