The Gilded Cage of Consensus
The boardroom of the Sterling Group was a masterpiece of minimalist power: white marble, floor-to-ceiling glass, and a silence that felt like a weapon. Adrian sat at the head of the table, his charcoal suit tailored to a fraction of a millimeter. He didn't possess magic, and he didn't command demons. He possessed something far more dangerous: the Consensus. Adrian had discovered the...
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