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Chapter 47:The Ghost in the Terminal

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Amara’s POV

The Port Authority Bus Terminal was a cathedral of broken dreams, smelling of stale coffee, diesel fumes, and the damp wool of a thousand strangers. It was the perfect place to disappear.

I pulled my hood lower, the cheap fabric scratching against my forehead. My hand was clamped tight over the handle of a duffel bag I’d bought for ten dollars at a corner bodega. Inside were two changes of clothes, my father’s old sewing

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