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... the Fisk Tower were a fortress—gleaming glass windows, cold marble floors, and a silence heavy with power. The city below was chaos. But up here, it was order. Control.
Kingpin—Wilson Fisk—stood near the window of his penthouse office, arms clasped behind his back, the veins on his bald head tense with restrained fury. His massive frame was silhouetted by the city lights behind him, a towering figure dressed in an immaculate white suit, as motionless as a statue.
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