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Lyara's POV.

Five years.

Five years since I’d set foot in Sterling City, and the air here still tasted the same. Metal and rain and the faint bite of diesel from the highway.

I sat in the back seat, sunglasses low, a thin silk scarf pulled up to my nose. The kind of disguise that wouldn’t stop a determined photographer, but it was enough for casual eyes. Enough for today.

Ethan had parked in the discreet lot. The one behind Terminal 3, where the cameras didn’t reach and the staff knew better th
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