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You Have A Choice

Author: Favor V April
last update publish date: 2026-04-10 20:45:29

Eden’s POV

The morning air at the private airfield was crisp, tasting of jet fuel and the sharp, lingering salt spray from the coastline we were leaving behind. The fleet of black SUVs sat idling on the tarmac, their engines a low, collective thrum that signalled the end of our isolation. The vacation was over; the empire was calling us back to the iron and glass of New York.

I stood near the edge of the perimeter, watching the men move. I felt a strange, hollow weight in my chest as I watched
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