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Chapter 101: The First Day

Author: Sir Josh
last update publish date: 2026-06-16 14:09:06

The foundation’s offices were on the third floor of a building on Perry Street in the West Village.

Not a grand building. Not the kind of institutional architecture that communicated authority through scale. A converted townhouse, four floors, the kind of building that had been many things across its history and had found its current purpose with the specific ease of a space that suited what it was being used for. The third floor had the quality of a place that had been designed for thinking ra
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