Chapter 40 The Shape of Tomorrow

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The sun over Manhattan rose pale and tired, like it, too, had survived something. Morning spilled through the penthouse windows, catching on half dried rain across the glass, turning every droplet into a shimmer of gold. For once, the city didn’t roar it hummed, distant and low, as though it...

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