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Chapter 26: The Penthouse Vault

Author: Plum&Prose
last update publish date: 2026-06-30 01:56:31

The penthouse suite of the Thorne Tower did not overlook Edmonton; it dominated it.

Suspended thirty floors above the frozen grid of the city, the dual-level residence was a cold, brutalist sanctuary of poured concrete, matte-black steel, and sweeping panels of structural glass. Outside, a bitter northern wind swept off the river valley, rattling the exterior architectural louvers, but inside, the atmosphere was entirely pressurized, silent, and clinical.

Grace stood in the center of the expans
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