The Abyss of Ambition
The penthouse of the Obsidian Tower was the highest point in New York, a glass needle that pierced the clouds. Adrian stood at the edge of the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking down at the city. From this height, the people looked like ants, and the cars like glittering beads on a string. Adrian had been a ghost in his first life—a black-ops agent who specialized in the erasure of people and...
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