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Chapter 174: I HAVE THE WHEEL.
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... ed, leaving the vast, ancient chamber in a profound silence. The Seats, members of the Divine Concordance, collectively sighed, a long, drawn-out exhalation that seemed to release a century’s worth of suppressed tension. It was as if the very air had been too thick to breathe with the Apostle’s presence.
As Anton Rothschild, the Seat of Coin, settled back in his chair, a faint, weary smile on his face, Ariana Moore, the Seat of Sight, rose fluidly from her own seat. She glided behind Ric ...
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