CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-TWO

Daniel’s fritters floated over the play button on his laptop, the gleam of the screen oil sharp murk beneath his eyes. Isabella stood behind him, arms folded, jaw set. Outdoors, beyond the bottom-to-ceiling glass, the megacity breathed in muted amber — the twinkle of occasion cloaked in night.

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