Chapter 204
Author: Adewale
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Chapter 204: The Citadel of Iron

The Grand Plaza Club sat at the highest point of the South Side, a fortress of dark marble and brass overlooking the river. For over a century, the city’s oldest fortunes had been managed inside its soundproof, mahogany-paneled smoking rooms.

Tonight, the mood inside the private library was suffused with panic.

Sylvia Sinclair sat at the head of a velvet-lined table. Around her were the patriarchs of the five founding South Side families—men who controlled the r
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