CHAPTER 292
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The day ran its course the way days ran when they carried something underneath them that couldn't be addressed yet — meetings attended, decisions made, the empire's ordinary machinery requiring what it always required while in a conference room two floors down Joseph worked through the third layer of Elias Vorne's shell company structure.

Charlie moved through it.

At noon Jacy appeared in his office doorway.

She looked at him for a moment.

"You didn't sleep," she said.

"I slept."

"How much?"

"E
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