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CHAPTER 70: THE CONSEQUENCES OF VICTORY
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At the apex of the Megastructure, where the air is purified through ionic filters costing a Sector 3 labourer’s annual salary, the atmosphere within the "Aura-9" Boardroom felt colder than liquid nitrogen. The room was a perfect circle with binary glass walls displaying a panoramic view of the entire lower city, currently shrouded in a fog of pollution. In the centre of the space, a circular table of black synthetic marble was surrounded by the holographic projections of the Management elites.

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