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Chapter 67: The Vanguard Legacy

Author: Kareem Sodiq
last update publish date: 2026-08-10 20:27:13

​Seven Years After the Epilogue. Manhattan, New York.

​The sleek, steel-and-glass facade of the Vance-Sterling World Tower shimmered under the bright afternoon sun. On the eighty-fifth floor, the Chairman’s corner suite remained the heart of global trade security and clean-energy infrastructure.

​Julian Vance stood near the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking down at the sprawling grid of Midtown. At forty-four, his hair was lightly touched with silver at the temples, but his posture was as impos
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