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Chapter 5: The Shadow Contract

作者: JDHWS
last update 公開日: 2026-06-23 11:02:47

The morning mist still clung to the glass spires of Wisteria as Davina Quinton stepped out of the unassuming taxi. She was back in the city she had called home for three years, but the air felt different today. It was no longer the air of a self-imposed exile; it was the air of a battlefield.

She smoothed down her janitor’s uniform, the fabric familiar and grounding. To the world, she was still Davina, the quiet girl with the mop. But beneath the blue polyester beat the heart of a Quinton heir,
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