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The Jolt
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2026-04-02 07:10:17Fenris’s Perspective
I am barely holding on.
Standing in the cramped, perfume-scented air of Leila’s boutique, I feel like a star collapsing under its own massive gravity. My skin feels three sizes too tight for my muscles, my lungs are too small for the oxygen-deprived air I’m trying to pull in, and Damian is a frantic, howling mess in the back of my mind.
I’m staring at June, and I physically cannot stop. My gaze has become a physical thing, trac
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