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... alyptic fury.
A torrential downpour of gray ash and corrupted red data streams hammered against the shimmering hexagonal dome of the Chronos Hourglass.
Inside the penthouse of the Sovereign National Bank, however, the air was perfectly still.
The climate controls hummed a quiet steady rhythm, standing in stark defiance of the dying world just beyond the glass.
Vahn Ryker stood by the shattered floor to ceiling windows. A steaming cup of synthetic tea rested in his ...
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