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Chapter Thirty-Eight: Collateral Damage
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2026-01-05 07:21:41
VickybeeThe city stretched below them, glittering and oblivious. But in the shadows, the traitor was already planning their next move. And in a darkened room miles away, a figure observed the helicopter, smiling. “Interesting,” a deep voice murmured. “She’s stronger than we thought. But every queen has her weakness.” Aria tightened her grip on Damian’s hand. She knew exactly what they were about to find out: this war was far from over.
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