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... ive, like it was watching. A single chandelier hung above the circle table, its light barely reaching the edges of the room. The air smelled like smoke and tension, thick enough to choke on.
Around the table, the bosses of The Circle sat.
One of them at the table—quiet, still, like a shadow that didn't need to move to be felt. The others argued, but his silence was louder than all of them combined.
"This split doesn't make sense," one of them snapped, slamming a hand on t ...
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