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Chapter 15: The Nine AM Injunction

작가: Solomon Emmanuel
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Serena's POV

The exhaust fumes of Richard Voss's sedan lingered in the cold night air, mixing with the thick fog rolling off the harbor.

I stood on the threshold of Clara’s studio, my thumbs digging into the soft leather strap of my bag until my cramped joints throbbed.

My mother’s car.

They hadn't just burned Solomon’s warehouse; they had parked her beaten-up blue sedan near the dock traffic cameras to build an ironclad arson charge before the ashes even cooled.

"Serena," Clara’s voice was ba
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