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Chapter 59: The Inquisition
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2026-07-09 20:30:00Elowen's POV
The air inside the fifth-floor deposition room carried the cold, sterile weight of a tomb. It smelled of stale coffee, rain-damp wool, and the sharp, chemical sting of industrial cleaner. Outside, the slate-gray Manhattan rain lashed against the heavy, reinforced glass windows, blurring the jagged skyline into a series of dark, looming shadows.
The fluorescent tubes overhead buzzed with a low, mechanical hum, casting a ha
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