FACES IN THE HAZE
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Marvin’s heart raced as his mother started coughing, with her whole body shaking on the bed. He held her hand tightly, feeling a surge of fear.

“Mom! Are you okay?” he asked, as his voice was trembling.

The coughing stopped after a few moments, and her eyes slowly opened. She looked weak and tired, but she recognized him. Her lips parted, and with a shaky voice, she whispered, “Marvin…”

“Yes… yes, Mom. I’m right here,” he said quickly, leaning closer.

“Marvin!” she repeated, as if she couldn’t believe he was really there.

“I’m here with you, Mom. I won’t leave you all alone.” he assured her, with his hand gently squeezing hers.

A tear rolled down her cheek, and she whispered, “They… they stabbed me. A ghost… he just appeared out of nowhere…”

Marvin’s face tightened with anger, but he forced himself to stay calm. “Mom, I know the people responsible for this. I promise you, they will pay for what they’ve done.”

He didn’t want to explain too much, he didn't want to go into details of who
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  • THE PRIVATE STORM

    The chamber fell into a hush when Alicia stepped back from the window. For a moment, her eyes lingered on Marvin and Stella — husband, wife, and child in the glow of light. She knew the conversation that awaited them did not need her presence.She bowed her head lightly. “I will leave you to rest, Marvin. The people still need guidance outside, and I should begin answering them. My duty has already begun.”Marvin gave her a tired smile. “Thank you, Alicia. You have carried us quietly for years. Now you carry us openly. I trust you completely.”Her lips trembled faintly, though her expression remained composed. With one last glance at Stella and baby Lucian, Alicia excused herself. The heavy doors closed softly behind her, and the air in the chamber shifted.Now, it was only family.Stella rose slowly from her chair, swaying baby Lucian gently in her arms. His tiny fist gripped her necklace, his breaths were slow and steady against her chest. She hummed a quiet tune — a lullaby her mot

  • AFTER THE REFORMS

    The courtyard was still ringing with echoes when Marvin lowered his hand. His last words — passing the Richmond banner to Alicia — still hung in the air like thunder that refused to fade.For a heartbeat, no one moved. The nobles stared. The Richmond enforcers shifted uneasily. The common crowd outside whispered, torn between disbelief and awe.Marvin turned slowly. His bandaged arm lifted, pointing toward the woman who had stood quietly through all of it.“Alicia Richmond,” he said, his voice was steady. “The one who held this house together when the rest of us failed to do so. The one who managed disputes no one else could resolve. The one who guarded Richmond dignity even when it was spat on in the streets. While we fought wars, while we broke ourselves in power struggles, she was always working for this family — unseen, unthanked, unbroken. Today, I name her the true leader of Richmond.”The torches along the balcony flickered. All eyes turned toward Alicia.For a moment she did n

  • UNDER HER LIGHT

    “I do not fight for bloodshed. I fight for restoration. And today, I declare the reforms that will lift Richmond from the ashes of shame into the dawn of strength.”He stretched his bandaged hand toward the estate grounds.“The trade routes that were stolen from us—I have restored them. The supply lines for hardware and the fiber-optics pipelines that were diverted by rival tech firms—I have reclaimed them. The innovation hubs that withered in neglect under corrupt management—I have taken full responsibility to rebuild them. The IP, the patents, the prototypes that were hoarded by power families—I have ripped them from their hands and returned them to the hands of our engineers. No Richmond child born with dreams of circuits, code, or breakthrough will be shut out again. No Richmond worker will ever again be chained by debt, outsourcing, or by those superpowered rivals who thought Synapticore made them invincible. This is not my promise—it is my reality.”The cheers rose louder this t

  • THE MOST DOMINANT FIGURE

    The courtyard had fallen into an impossible silence.All eyes were fixed on Marvin Richmond, the once-forgotten heir who now stood above them like a man carved out of light and shadow. His bandaged arm rose higher, his gaze gleamed faintly with the pale-blue glow of Synapticore, and for the first time in generations the Richmond estate trembled not from fear of its enemies, but from the weight of its own history.Marvin’s voice broke the silence, deep and steady, carrying like a blade through the air.“Once,” he began, “you called me useless. A burden. An heir unworthy of his blood. You said I was nothing compared to the great powers of Westwood. You whispered that my name would vanish into dust.”He paused, chewing the gum lazily, his lips curling into a smile sharp enough to wound.“But today,” he thundered, his words echoing across the courtyard, “I stand before you as the one who has humbled them all! The hegemons that ruled over Westwood—dismantled. The so-called superpowers tha

  • BLOOD OR LIGHT

    The convoy rolled deeper into the estate courtyard. The air was thick with chants and curses, a storm of voices that crashed against the mansion’s towering walls. Synapticore beams still carved glowing patterns across the sky, their pale-blue light painting everything in an unearthly glow.The first car stopped before the marble steps of the main hall. Doors clicked open, but no one moved. The crowd outside hushed for a heartbeat, the silence was filled only by the low hum of engines and the hiss of banners whipping in the wind.Then the door of the central car opened.Marvin Richmond stepped out.He moved slowly, deliberately, one hand pressed against the polished car roof. His arm was still bound with white bandages, a reminder of wounds that had not fully healed. A stick of gum rolled lazily between his lips. Dark sunglasses hid his eyes, reflecting back the sea of people staring at him.The honor guards snapped their rifles to their shoulders, blue light flaring harmlessly from t

  • NOW COMES THE MURDERER

    The Richmond estate had never looked like this before.For days, workers moved through the courtyards like ants, stringing banners, repainting walls, repairing broken fountains, and raising terraces for the parade. The gates were scrubbed until the iron gleamed like black glass. The old scarlet banners of the Richmond family flew again, but now they were joined with sky-blue cloth that shimmered in the wind.The sky-blue was Alicia Richmond’s idea. It was the color of synapticore light, the same light that had saved Stella and Marvin’s child in the hospital. It was also a symbol — a quiet way to remind the people that the Richmond family was changing, that power would no longer be stained only in blood but in something greater.Along the outer walls, engineers tested synapticore projectors. Thin lines of glowing blue stretched across the sky like threads of lightning. Children gasped at the sight. Adults whispered uneasily. For some, the lights promised hope. For others, they promi

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