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... frosted windows of the Apex Council’s east conference wing, spilling across polished marble and scattering gold hues over Lin Feng’s tablet. He sat quietly, unmoving, surrounded by pages of structural reform drafts and notes from the last three council meetings. His black shirt sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, coffee growing cold beside him. He had slept little—too much had shifted overnight.
Keller had regrouped. Not publicly. Not with fanfare or retaliation—but with silence, subtl ...
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