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80. Homecoming, with Consequences
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2025-05-03 22:00:02The city greeted them like a sharp intake of breath, brisk, fast, and unrelenting. The city felt colder than she remembered. Gone were the soft rustle of palm trees and the endless lull of ocean waves. In their place horns, high heels clacking against pavement, and a skyline that blinked with a thousand ambitions.
It wasn’t just the weather—though it was gray and damp, a soft drizzle peppering the windshield as the car glided down the familiar road that led to Adrian’s penthouse. No, it was something else. The way the skyline looked more steel than silver. The way the buildings rose like jagged teeth rather than shimmering towers.
Amelia rested her forehead against the cool glass of the car window, watching raindrops chase each other down the pane.
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