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Chapter 68: The Mayor's Ransom

Author: Edwinayuss
last update publish date: 2026-08-28 01:46:20

The air in the Mayor’s private study smelled of aged cedar, expensive cigar smoke, and the faint, unmistakable tang of fear. Mayor Sterling sat behind his massive, hand-carved oak desk, his face a pasty, sweating mask of composure as he stared at the two people who had just walked through his heavy mahogany doors without knocking.

Julian Vane didn't look like a man who had just spent the morning breaking a rebellion in a grease-slicked hangar. He wore a crisp, midnight-blue bespoke suit, his da
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