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Chapter Thirteen: Shadows and Sovereigns

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last update publish date: 2026-04-26 20:22:34

The rain that had started as a drizzle turned into a rhythmic drumbeat against the bakery’s reinforced roof, a persistent sound that usually lulled Rhea to sleep. But tonight, sleep was a distant shore she couldn't reach. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt the phantom heat of Dominic’s hand on her wrist and heard the resonant depth of his voice telling her the truth.

I think you were dreaming about the rest.

The words echoed in the silence of her partitioned room. She rolled onto her side
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