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Chapter One Hundred Fifty

Author: R.A. Sterling
last update publish date: 2026-07-13 21:26:56

๐“๐ก๐ž ๐Ž๐ฉ๐ž๐ง ๐‹๐ž๐๐ ๐ž๐ซ

The silver utility key rested on the cold iron handle of the shovel with its polished edges gleaming against the gray river mud like a newly minted coin. Lucian Blackwood did not pick it up immediately.

He watched the last ripple of Mayaโ€™s charcoal coat disappear into the upper gallery fog, his mind already executing a complete diagnostic of the southern corridorโ€™s tactical positioning.

The revelation was a double-edged blade. By allowing the Manhattan liquidati
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