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Chapter 13: The Gala and the Gold

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last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-09-14 01:52:31

POV: Alexander Vance

The grandfather clock in the grand foyer chimed seven times, its heavy brass pendulum swinging behind polished glass with rhythmic, solemn precision.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass bay windows of the Hamptons estate, the fierce coastal storm had finally cleared completely, leaving behind a crisp, star-littered evening sky and the deep, rolling crash of the Atlantic tide against the cliffs below. Down the winding, tree-lined coastal driveway, a steady procession of black
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