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Chapter 67: New York

Author: Gabby
last update publish date: 2026-05-20 22:56:49

Amelia's POV

We landed at JFK at seven in the morning local time.

The city was already awake in the specific way New York was always already awake, like it hadn't fully stopped from the night before and had just shifted registers rather than paused. The light was the particular pale gold of early autumn in New York, low and direct, the kind that made everything look slightly more significant than it was, or possibly exactly as significant as it was.

I hadn't slept on the plane.

Alexander had m
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