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Chapter 35 - The Warehouse Escape

Author: Siyah Mcluxe
last update publish date: 2026-06-30 20:51:29

Elara's POV

"Four minutes," I repeated. "That's it?"

"That's it. Move."

Dara was already at the door, easing it open just enough to check the corridor before pulling it wide. I followed her out, my legs still not entirely convinced they belonged to me, and the cold air outside that room hit my face like something I hadn't realised I'd been missing.

The corridor was narrow. Made of concrete and industrial lighting, the kind that buzzed the same way the bulb in my room had, like the whole buildin
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