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Chapter 116: The Architecture of Fear

Author: Edwinayuss
last update publish date: 2026-10-20 02:10:04

The sun hit the city of Blackwood like a hammer against cold steel. From the high windows of the Vane tower, the view was no longer of a city they were fighting to survive; it was a map they were choosing to conquer. Julian stood with his back to the room, the familiar weight of his cut across his shoulders. He didn't look at the skyscrapers anymore; he looked at the veins of the city—the transit lines, the power grids, the shipping arteries—and saw them as nothing more than lines of code waiti
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