CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED SEVENTY-THREE

Hawthorne’s core garçon room thrums like a restless heart, lines snaking across the essence bottom and status lights pulsing sanguine-green. Arabella stands beside Cassian at the central press, the gleam from binary observers painting their faces an icy blue. On-screen, Astra’s law pours forward — g...

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