The New York Stock Exchange closing bell was usually a shrill, annoying sound. Tonight, to Vespera Vane, it sounded like a symphony.She stood on the expansive terrace of the Hale Fortress, the wind whipping the hem of her crimson silk robe. Inside the glass-walled living room, the massive screen displayed the final numbers for the day.THORNE ENTERPRISES (THRN): $42.15 (-38.4%)It was a bloodbath. A massacre. In eight hours of trading, nearly half the value of Lysander’s legacy had evaporated. The market cap had bled billions."To gravity," a deep voice rumbled behind her.Vespera turned. Cyprian was walking toward her, holding two crystal flutes filled with amber liquid. Not champagne. Something darker. Aged."Gravity?" Vespera asked, taking the glass."It always wins," Cyprian said, clinking his glass against hers. "What goes up on a foundation of lies must come down."He took a sip, his eyes scanning the city skyline of Neo-Veridia spread out below them. From this height, the cars
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