Chapter 5: Rising Tides
The city had a rhythm tonight, a pulse Jason could feel running through his veins. Every honking cab, every flickering streetlight seemed to hum in harmony with the energy thrumming inside him. He was no longer the office drone Carlton had mocked, no longer just a bystander in the chaotic machinery of New York. He was something else entirely.
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