Sample V-14: The Hollow Crown
The rain in modern London didn't fall; it dissolved, turning the city into a smudge of grey and charcoal. Alistair Thorne sat in the penthouse of the Shard, the city spread beneath him like a circuit board he had already mastered. Alistair had died as a shadow-broker, betrayed by the very network he had spent twenty years building. He had woken up at seventeen, and he had spent the second half...
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