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Chapter Seven – Shadows at the Table
Author: Freezy-Grip
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The ballroom had been transformed from a place of celebration into a makeshift infirmary. Guards lay on stretchers, blood soaking into crisp white linens. Doctors and nurses, summoned in haste, moved frantically among them. The sweet scent of champagne had been replaced by iron and smoke.

I stood near the broken dais, jacket torn, soot on my hands. The weight of the rifle I still carried was heavier than any burden I’d known before.

Around me, whispers circled like vultures. The board of the Cole Conglomerate had arrived in hurried clusters, their tailored suits and diamond pins a strange contrast to the carnage.

“An attack of this scale?” one muttered.

“Security compromised at the very heart of our estate,” another whispered sharply.

“Impossible without an inside hand.”

Their gazes slid toward me, some sharp with doubt, others calculating, and a few, reluctantly, with respect, Lord Marcus Cole, head of the board, stepped forward. His voice cut through the noise like a blade.

“Enough
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