Chapter 27 - The Final DawnAs the clock struck midnight and the new year rang in across the glowing skyline of Manhattan, fireworks erupted across the river in brilliant bursts of gold, crimson, and emerald light.
I raised a crystal flute of champagne toward the winter sky, whispering a quiet toast to the empty space where my past life used to reside.
“Here’s to the fine print.”
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The game was over. The empire was secure. And the horizon stretched out endlessly before me, entirely unwritten, beautiful, and free.
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