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Chapter 20: First Appearance

Author: Clare
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The restaurant was on the thirty-fourth floor of a Midtown hotel and had the specific atmosphere of a room where important things were treated as ordinary, which was its own kind of performance. Two board members — Gerald Forsythe and Nina Park, both mid-fifties, both the kind of powerful that didn't need to be announced — were already at the table when they arrived, which Alexander had timed for exactly: not late, not early, the arrival of people who set pace rather than follow it.

Elijah had
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