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Chapter 31— THE ALLIANCE

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last update Date de publication: 2025-12-22 22:54:14

LIAM’S POV

The warehouse on pier 12 smelled of salt, rust, and old fish. It was a different kind of trap than the one Daniel had set for me, but a trap all the same. Just emptier. The message from Thomas had been clear. She’ll see you. Not ‘wants to see you.’ Not ‘agreed to meet.’ She’ll see you. Like a queen granting an audience.

I got there early. She was earlier.

Clara Finch stood at the far end of the open space, a silhouette against the dirty window, backlit by the dull orange glow of the
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