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Chapter 24: The city below

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The adrenaline of the summit had settled into a heavy, intoxicating hum that pulsed in the very air of the executive office. The rival leaders were gone, their signatures dry on the new charter that effectively turned Blackwood City into a Vane tributary. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights twinkled like a sea of conquered stars, oblivious to the fact that their master had changed.

Julian stood by the window, his silhouette a dark, imposing broadness against the night. He had
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