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“You shouldn’t have come, Grant. Now we’re all in danger.” Just then, a black car pulled up behind us, and my daughter screamed…

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Chapter 1: The Obsidian Fortress

The oppressive mid-July heat smothered Los Angeles, pressing down on the sprawling metropolis like a suffocating quilt. Beyond the impenetrable ivy-choked walls and wrought-iron perimeters of my estate in Brentwood, the asphalt baked, radiating visible waves of distortion. Within the cavernous walls of my private study,continue reading …

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