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Dax followed his gaze.
High above the plaza, mounted on the side of an old finance building, was a massive curved digital screen. It wasn’t advertising perfume or a government program. It was him.
Chris, in full consort regalia from the gala with the dark robe, ivory shirt with that criminal neckline, bronze-thread embroidery, and the collar. The image was striking; the lighting softened just enough to make him look like a modern myth. And just beneath it, in bold, b ...
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