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Chapter 127
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2026-11-09 00:00:03Chapter 127: Alone
Damien POV
I left the house at twenty to five. The reporters at the gate were asleep in their vans. One of them sat up as Gus dragged the gate open, rubbed his eyes, fumbled for his camera, and missed me. By the time his flash went off I was already at the bottom of the road.
The city was black and wet and empty. Streetlights on the embankment. A night bus with nobody on it. A fox crossing the road by the bridge
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