The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-18 07:54:01 -

The air in the Grand Atrium smelled of ozone and expensive, stale perfume. I stood at the center of the marble floor, my spine rigid, while the cameras flashed like a strobe light in a darkened room. It was the annual Gala of the Sterling Foundation, a night where the city’s elite traded whispers and leverage over trays of caviar and champagne. I was not there to trade. I was there to burn. My...

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