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Chapter 157 - Becoming Routine

مؤلف: Tabitha
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The town of Hillcroft was the kind of place where everyone said hello, even if they didn’t know you. It was sleepy but spirited, the kind of place that baked pies for the town fair and still had a noticeboard outside the post office.

Lucian and Ayra had agreed early on that blending in would mean more than keeping their heads down—it would mean building new people to wear like masks.

Their new names were Jacob and Eliza Moore.

Eliza. Ayra had picked it herself. Simple, sweet, not too distant from her own name but far enough to feel like a layer of safety. Lucian had raised an eyebrow when she told him hers and smirked when she asked what he’d picked.

“Jacob,” he’d said dryly. “As generic as I could manage without calling myself John Smith.”

Their paperwork came through a contact of Lucian’s—quiet, quick, no questions asked. With their new identities came new routines.

Lucian, or Jacob now, found work at a mechanic’s garage run by an elderly man named Gus. It was nothing fancy—old to
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