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Chapter 82: The Soho Shadow (Leona’s POV)
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2026-03-23 08:11:08The transition from the wild, windswept freedom of the Highlands to the jagged, neon-lit claustrophobia of London was a blur of high-speed adrenaline and silent, suffocating hours in the van. We had ditched the Land Rover in a flooded quarry outside of Leeds—a watery grave for a vehicle that had seen too much blood—switching to a nondescript, armored transit van that Malakai had stashed in a industrial lockup years ago.
London didn't feel like the city I had once conquered. It didn't fee
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