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Chapter 8: The Shadow at the Threshold

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The silence that followed the heavy metallic click of the deadbolt was absolute, save for the frantic, hammering rhythm of Vivienne’s own pulse.

For five years, her survival had depended entirely on her hyper-attuned senses. In the underground rings of East London, a shift in the air or a sudden shadow meant a knife was coming for a fighter’s ribs. Now, that same hard-wired instinct locked her muscles into place. Her medical genius vanished; her street-bred survival took it

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