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The cold night air hit me like a slap—fresh, sharp, real. The city below glittered like nothing had happened, like no guns had been drawn, no hostages taken, no lives nearly ruined. But I wasn't fooled.
Everything had changed.
Anthony led the way, silent for once, the Hawaiian shirt fluttering slightly beneath his tactical vest. We moved across the rooftop, down a private stairwell, and through the reinforced elevator doors that led back into the sanctum we called h ...
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