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Chapter Eight: The Architecture of a Lie

Penulis: Caroline
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The fifty-first floor of the Hawthorne Tower was a cathedral of glass, steel, and hushed voices. It was a sterile, architectural marvel where silence operated as a high-value currency, and every heavy footstep on the polished Italian marble echoed like a gavel hitting a block. Normally, Elias moved through these soaring, sunlit halls with the natural, unthinking ease of a man who owned the very air he breathed.

Today, he felt like a ghost haunting his own life.

The emergency adjournment of the
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