The Heights Bank & Trust was an architectural relic left behind by an older, more conservative New York. Located on a quiet corner in Brooklyn Heights, its heavy bronze doors and hand-carved limestone pillars spoke of a time when wealth was kept in heavy ledgers rather than digital clouds.It was raining—a cold, steady downpour that streaked the windows of the Maybach parked across the street.Julian adjusted the cuffs of his dark grey coat, his eyes fixed on the bank’s entrance. Beside him, Elara sat with a vintage leather key pouch clutched tightly in her lap. Inside was the rusted brass key her father had left behind, tucked inside an old cigar box she had almost thrown away three times."Are you sure about this, Julian?" she asked, her voice tight with anxiety. "Once we open that box, once we take those logs, there’s no turning back. If Arthur finds out we have proof of the arson, he won't just try to buy us off anymore. He’ll be desperate."Julian turned to her, his expression a
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