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Chapter 64: The Higher Ground

Author: Lola's Write
last update publish date: 2026-03-13 02:07:12

POV: Willa Thorne (One Year Later)

The scaffolding groaned under the assault of a biting northerly wind, a rhythmic, metallic shudder that vibrated through the soles of my boots and settled deep in my bones. At 140 feet above the pavement of the East End, the world was a different color. Down there, the city was a chaotic, grey-scale blur of taxi cabs and steam vents. Up here, it was an infinite expanse of bruised purples and electric oranges as the sun began its slow, heavy descent toward the
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