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Chapter 148: The Gilded Reversion

Penulis: Amaka
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-07-30 22:53:29

​The glass-and-steel facade of the Administrative Spire loomed through the gray drizzle, its polished black granite steps reflecting the flicker of the streetlights below. Up on the ninth floor, behind heavy mahogany doors and soundproofed panelling, the university board had called an emergency midnight session.

​Julian leaned against the iron railing of the overhead pedestrian bridge, his coat zipped tight against the damp wind. His thumb traced the embossed leather cover of Guard Miller's poc
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