Chapter 121
Author: Snowpinch
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Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-One

The arrival of the man in the white suit was like a sudden frost in the middle of a summer afternoon. He held the black envelope high, his eyes burning with a fanatical, desperate light. This was Silas, a low-level clerk of the ValeImperial Clan—the family that had discarded Adrian like a piece of broken glass a decade ago after his fathers death.

"Stop making caricature of him!" Silas screamed, his voice cutting through the dying roar of the helicopters. "Lin
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