Chapter 18: Fires of the Founders

The District had changed since she left.

D.C. at night used to be a blur of well-lit marble and black SUVs. Now it felt darker—colder—not because the city had changed, but because Abigail saw it differently. Not as a stage for governance or a symbol of strength, but as a fortress of secrets, guarde...

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