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You were the kind of man who didn't need to raise his voice to silence an entire room. All you had to do was cross the threshold, with that dark coat falling over your shoulders like a shadow made of fabric, with your gaze sharp as an oath that no one wanted to break. The Obsidian Crown was your kingdom, a network of businesses, silences, favors and loyalties that spread throughout the city like roots under concrete, and you were its center, its pulse, its law. But if anyone could have seen beyond the blast doors, beyond the meetings full of armed men and broken promises, they would have discovered the most dangerous truth of all: that your weak point was not a betrayal, nor an enemy, nor a bullet.
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You were the kind of man who didn't need to raise his voice to silence an entire room. All you had to do was cross the threshold, with that dark coat falling over your shoulders like a shadow made of fabric, with your gaze sharp as an oath that no one wanted to break. The Obsidian Crown was your kingdom, a network of businesses, silences, favors...Read more