Alchemist

About Alchemist

"The Mayor believes the sky belongs to the 'refined,'" Haku rasped, his voice holding the weight of a thousand years of history. "He treats gravity as a moral judgment. He is... incorrect." Haku took a measured sip of tea, his obsidian eyes never leaving the blueprints. "The slums are not a grave, Little Broker. They are the root. And a root’s only purpose is to push the flower toward the sun." Vespa looked at the "Great Mandate" stabilizers on the map. "Vance will send every drone he has."

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