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Chapter Sixty-Four

Author: Whitney Drake
last update publish date: 2026-07-05 01:05:36

The drive back to Las Vegas felt completely different than the drive out.

The desert stretched endlessly beyond the windows, golden beneath the afternoon sun, but New Zenith remained visible in the distance for far longer than I wanted, its beautiful skyline shimmering against the horizon like a promise that had already begun to crack.

Euphoria still stood.

The city still stood.

Luca's dream still stood.

Yet something fundamental had changed.

The illu

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