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chapter 93

Author: Echo's heart
last update publish date: 2026-09-11 17:07:47

ALISA’S POV

The pivot came on a Friday, clumsy and direct enough that it almost felt like relief.

I was at the restaurant mid-afternoon when the floor manager called me out of the office. A man in a mid-range suit had positioned himself on the sidewalk just beyond the outdoor section’s property line. He wasn’t blocking the entrance. He wasn’t raising his voice. He was simply holding a printed stack of flyers and offering them to anyone who slowed down near the outer tables. The headline, vis
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