The following morning, the first rays of light began to filter through the modern glass facade of the hotel, signaling the arrival of dawn. But for Allen Morgan, the day had begun long before the city stirred. Since the age of six, a single discipline had anchored his soul, a ritual he had never abandoned regardless of his circumstances.
It was his morning routine of meditation and internal cultivation.
During his three years within the suffocating walls of the Hobbs villa, even when he was treated with the utmost cruelty and forced into the lowliest of chores, he had remained steadfast. In the pre-dawn stillness, while the rest of the world slept, he would seek the quietude of the mind, refining a power that none around him could perceive.
Behind the towering structure of The Gilded Re
