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CHAPTER 11 – Selene’s Entrance

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The woman on the balcony stepped fully into the light.

She was… wrong.

Not in the grotesque way Puffer Vest had been. In the opposite way—too right, like someone had taken every “dangerous beauty” cliché and dialed it until it snapped.

Her dress clung to her like liquid **crimson**, the fabric catching the torchlight and swallowing it. It hugged her curves, bared her pale shoulders, and spilled down in a dramatic sweep that made her look like a spill of blood poured down the stairs.

Her hair wa
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