The Shadow of the Past

The server room at Vance & Associates smelled of ozone and stale, recycled air. It was 2:00 AM, the hour when the city’s pulse slowed to a crawl, but here, the silence was aggressive. Elena’s hands didn't shake as she slotted the digital key into the terminal. She had spent three days in Julian Vane’s penthouse, a gilded cage where every interaction was a negotiation and

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