First Person's Perspective – Lucas's POVI stood in the balcony of my study, my glass in hand, staring down at the city below. The lights flickered across the skyline, but to me, everything seemed to be crumbling. I could see it all—the decay, the rot, the cracks in the foundation of everything my father had built. His legacy, my legacy, was slipping through my fingers, no matter how hard I tried to hold on.I took a sip of my drink, the bitterness matching the taste of failure in my mouth.I had tried, damn it, I had. But every effort seemed wasted. Every move I made, every decision I took, just seemed to make it worse. A force, invisible but so very real, was dragging me down, holding me back. I had tried to steer things in the right direction, but I was only making it worse.And now, I could hear the whispers, the rumors that had been circulating for weeks. Some group of people had banded together, a faction calling for my impeachment. Their anger was palpable, their voices rising
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