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Chapter 42: The Spiral

Autor: Josh OA
last update Data de publicação: 2026-05-15 16:37:00

POV: Lena Moretti

Naomi called me on the second day. Not to convince me to come back. Not to deliver a message from Ezra. She called because she was worried, and Naomi didn't worry about things that weren't genuinely dangerous.

"He's not eating," she said. No preamble. No small talk. Just the report, delivered with the efficiency of a woman who had spent her career assessing threats. "He was at Blackthorn until four in the morning. Came back to The Obsidian, changed clothes, went back at six.
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