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The wind was sharp tonight. Cold, but not enough to bite through the heat stirring inside me.
I stood at the edge of the rooftop, the lights of the city flickering below like a grid of possibilities. Somewhere in this steel jungle lay the rotten core of Willam Yates' empire — stolen fortune, buried crimes, and the whispers of betrayal that tore my family apart.
I clenched my fists, my claws retracting with a light snap.
"Reclaiming Willam's fortune..." I m ...
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