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Chapter 41: The Obsidian Throne

مؤلف: Edwinayuss
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The silence of the fifty-eighth floor at dawn was a different kind of quiet than the suffocating stillness of the previous nights. It was the calm of absolute authority. The glass partitions that had been shattered during the blackout had been swept away, replaced by heavy, tinted plates that cast the early morning sun in a cool, smoky grey. The mahogany desk had been polished, the deep scratch left by Moretti’s ring buffed out, though the wood still bore the faint, indented memory of Elena’s f
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