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Chapter 48: The Fog over the Seine

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Aurelia’s POV

The riverfront at Port de la Rapée was swallowed by a thick, freezing mist rising off the black waters of the Seine.

Tall iron cranes loomed out of the gloom like skeletal giants, while rusted barges creaked rhythmically against the stone embankments. The distant hum of Parisian traffic was muffled by the heavy fog, transforming the docks into a ghostly, isolated world.

Thorne kept his arm pressed close to mine, his massive body shielding me from the biting river wind as we moved
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