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The Ink that Binds

Penulis: Preshy
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-06 03:53:05

~ Amara ~

The ink on my fingertip was a dark, jagged stain. I tried to rub it off against the rough fabric of my coat, but it had already set into the lines of my skin. I stood on the sidewalk outside the Central Precinct, watching the red and blue lights of a departing squad car pulse against the wet brick walls. The rain had turned into a thick, low mist that tasted like salt and exhaust. Noah was inside, being processed for release. Gideon was back in his tower. I was here, in the middle, fe
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