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CHAPTER 17: Judgment Dawn (Kira POV)

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The clock on the nightstand glowed 5:47 a.m. Seventeen minutes until the twenty-four hours were officially up. Seventeen minutes until Dominic decided whether I lived another day or became another body they’d quietly dispose of.

I hadn’t slept. Not a single second. My eyes burned, my head throbbed from staring at the same ceiling patterns all night, but my body buzzed with restless energy. I’d mapped every possible exit in my mind: main hallway left to t

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