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CHAPTER 40: The Calculus of Desperation

Author: X.lemma
last update publish date: 2026-07-15 05:20:53

The viewing gallery of the Council Hall was a narrow, claustrophobic corridor lined with heavy, one-way mirrored glass. From her position in the shadows, Avery looked down at the amphitheater below. The room was packed with the ruling elite of the Northern Crescent—high-ranking enforcers, regional Alphas, and tactical commanders, all seated in concentric stone tiers that focused like a lens on the central dais.

The air down there was thick with conflicting pheromones, a suffocating mix of raw d
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