Chapter 59 The Devil's Bargain
- Gregg’s office smelled like bourbon and rot.
- He’d summoned me to the top floor of Sentinel Tower, where floor-to-ceiling windows framed Willowbrook like a dying animal below. Rain slashed the glass, distorting the riots into a watercolor of rage.
- His desk was a monolith of polished obsidian, the surface bare except for a single file labeled *ANTIDOTE: PROPRIETARY*.