The Architect's Shadow
October 12th. The air in the Sterling Estate is cold, even with the heating on. I can hear the scratching of his pen from the study. It is the sound of a world being rewritten. My name is Marcus, and for fifteen years, I have been the hands and the voice of Arthur Sterling. I have written the memos that dismantled industries; I have scheduled the meetings that erased political careers. I have...
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