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2025-08-09 21:51:17Skyla
I walked into the city hall, my heels clicking sharply against the marbled floors. The weight of the decision pressing heavily against my chest like hot stones. Today wasn’t about gaining information – today was about forcing my uncle Thomas, the mayor, into a corner. His alliance with Carl had always been a dirty secret, and I was done letting it slide.The familiar coldness of the building surrounds me. Immediately, I step foot into the building, but I don’t flinch. Instead, I clenched my fists into tight balls. I’ve walked these halls before, but not like this. This time around, I wasn’t here for pleasantries, I wasn’t here to discuss how the next workshop was going to be – I also wasn’t here to have dinner with him, and pretend like everything was fine. I was here to make a demand, and I wasn’t going to leave until it was met.All of it.I step past the reception desk without a polite greeting or even a glance. The secretary doesn
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