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Chapter 7: Running in Heels

Author: Eden Jeweledwolf
last update publish date: 2026-05-19 10:45:46

The window let out onto a narrow service lane along the east side of the building, barely wide enough for a delivery vehicle. The kind of passage that existed in the gap between what a building presented to the street and what it needed to function. She had noted it during her first circuit of the gallery when she clocked the unlatched window. The lane ran north toward Vane Street and south toward the loading area behind the adjacent building. South meant open lot, too much visibility. She went
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