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CHAPTER 191: CINDERLIGHT
Author: Phanie O'Neri
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Smoke curled like fingers through the broken skylight of the broadcasting station, where just hours earlier, the city's darkest secrets had been vomited into the airwaves. Names, faces, betrayals. The Foundation exposed for what it truly was...an empire of control hidden behind a smile.

Now the city reeled.

Luka stood in the shell of the control room, staring out through shattered glass. Fires burned in the distance...three districts aflame, three more in riot. Curfews were declared but ignored. Gangs moved in daylight, police turned vigilante, and every man with a grudge and a gun thought himself a king.

Vesper stepped beside him, brushing ash from her coat. “Congratulations,” she said, dry. “You’ve kicked the hive.”

“I didn’t expect it to fall this fast,” Luka muttered.

“Nothing built on fear holds long when people stop being afraid.”

From the stairwell below, boots pounded up. Alessia appeared, hair tied back, blood streaked across her temple, breathing hard.

“They’re moving on Cit
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