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Chapter 146: New City

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Singapore hit me first as heat, thick and immediate, the second the airport doors slid open onto the taxi line.

“You get used to it,” Dominic said, watching my face. “Give it three days.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Neither did I, the first time I traveled here for work. Now I genuinely like it. There’s something honest about weather that just tells you the truth all the time instead of pretending.”

We took a cab to the apartment I’d secured before leaving, a small, bright corner unit on the eleven
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