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Chapter 84: The Shadow of Arrival

Author: Ruthie B
last update publish date: 2026-07-07 21:35:19

Finn’s POV

The rusted iron gates of the federal correctional facility groaned as they slammed shut behind me, the heavy mechanical bolt sliding into place with a definitive, metallic thud.

It was exactly ten o'clock on a scorching Tuesday morning, and the heavy harmattan dust hung thick over the outer perimeter of the capital city.

I stood on the cracked asphalt of the public transit terminal, my fingers clenching the strap of a single, faded canvas duffel bag that contained the entirety of m
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