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Chapter 82: The Unbroken Table
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2026-08-01 20:30:07Elowen's POV
The lobby of the Vane Global tower was louder than I expected, even with the glass doors closed behind me.
Security had already tightened up since the last time I'd been here, two guards at the turnstiles instead of one, both watching the doors like the reporters outside might actually try the handles. One of them recognized me before I reached the desk.
"Mrs. Blackwood." He said it carefully, like he
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