Hours later, I’m driving aimlessly, the city blurring around me. My office is a fucking prison, every surface reeks of her scent, every breath reminds me of how close she was. The hours between then and now have been a blur of pacing, futile attempts at focus, and the slow, gnawing realisation that tonight’s meeting might not just be another mundane gathering of egos.The car’s clock reads 11:50. I’m five minutes out. I cut the wheel sharply, taking the left turn toward The Noctis Assembly. The council chambers lie nestled in the city’s oldest district, buried among crumbling stone facades and ivy-choked archways. The entrance is hidden, a secret woven into the fabric of reality itself. Humans pass it every day without a second glance, their eyes sliding off it like water over glass. Wards. Ancient, intricate magic designed to bend light, thought, and memory. To the unworthy, it’s nothing but a forgotten
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