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ONE HUNDRED

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Aria’s POV

Helena didn’t move when I stepped inside. She stood near an old potting table, one hand resting on its cracked surface, dressed exactly as I’d always known her, plain and neat, nothing about her appearance suggesting the eight years of secrets Dmitri had uncovered in that hidden drawer.

“You came alone,” she said. “Mostly.”

“Mostly,” I agreed. “I’m not stupid, Helena.”

“No,” she said. “You never were. I used to tell your mother that, you know. Back when I still had a way to tell
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    Aria’s POV For the first time in longer than I could easily remember, nothing urgent waited for us the next morning. No lawyers requiring careful handling, no evidence requiring cataloging, no difficult conversations demanding courage that neither of us fully felt ready to offer. Just an ordinary Saturday, quiet and unhurried, stretching out ahead of us like something almost unfamiliar. Romanov found me on the terrace before breakfast, two cups of coffee balanced carefully in his hands. “You’re up early,” he said, settling into the chair beside mine. “I couldn’t sleep past six,” I admitted. “My body’s forgotten how to relax on schedule.” “Mine too,” he said, handing me one of the cups. “I kept waiting for my phone to ring with some new crisis. It didn’t.” “Strange feeling,” I said. “Strange good, or strange bad?” he asked. I considered that honestly, turning the question over against everything we’d survived these past months. “Strange good,” I said finally. “I think I just ne

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    Aria’s POV Vivian’s apartment looked the same as the last time I’d visited, small and deliberately anonymous, though something about walking up those narrow stairs felt different this time. I wasn’t arriving with suspicion clenched in my chest, searching for evidence of betrayal in every careful word she offered. I was simply arriving to listen. She opened the door before I finished knocking, like she’d been watching for me through the window, waiting. “Aria,” she said. “I wondered if you’d come back.” “I have some questions,” I said. “I think you might finally be ready to answer them.” Vivian stepped back, letting me inside, her expression carrying less guardedness than I remembered from our first conversation. “I think I might be too,” she said. We settled into the same worn chairs as before, and for a moment neither of us spoke, the silence comfortable in a way it hadn’t been the last time I’d sat here. “Helena’s in custody,” I said. “You probably already know that.” “I rea

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    Aria’s POV Elena found me in the garden the following morning, an envelope clutched in one hand, her expression somewhere between excitement and disbelief. “I need you to read this,” she said, before I’d even finished setting down my coffee. I took the envelope, noting the formal letterhead immediately, a law firm I didn’t recognize based two cities away. “What is it?” “Read it,” Elena said again, settling onto the bench beside me, practically vibrating with an energy I hadn’t seen from her since before any of this began. I unfolded the letter carefully. It took me a moment to work through the formal legal language, but the substance of it became clear soon enough. A holding company connected to Elena’s family, dormant for years, had recently come under review following the Correction’s collapse. With certain debts settled and certain obligations cleared, the company’s original assets were now available for Elena to reclaim, should she choose to pursue it. “This is real?” I aske

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