The Absurdity of Power
The penthouse of the Zenith Tower didn't just overlook New York; it looked down on it with a cold, geometric contempt. Maximilian sat in a chair made of a single piece of lunar obsidian, sipping a cocktail that cost more than the annual salary of the man who had served it to him. Maximilian was not a businessman in the traditional sense. He was a glitch in the matrix of causality. He had...
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