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Chapter 74 - Elena
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2026-05-03 00:01:02Elena
They don’t rush. That’s the first thing I notice. No panic. No urgency. Just movement, slow, deliberate, like they’ve done this before and they’re not worried about time.
That tells me two things. One, this isn’t their first job, and two, they think they’re still in control. Good.
I let my weight hang heavier against the man holding my arm as they haul me to my feet. My legs tremble
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