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Chapter 41: A Thread Pulled Tight

Author: JDHWS
last update publish date: 2025-08-20 09:23:32

The night air in Garden Metro had a strange stillness to it, the kind that came before either a storm or a bloodbath. From the high windows of Marcus’s main safehouse, Elara watched the lights of the West District glitter against the darkness.

Every move Cassidy had made since Victor Dane defected had been sharper, faster — but also sloppier. The firebombing proved it. And that recklessness, Elara realized, could be molded into a weapon.

Damien entered the room, his heavy boots dull against the
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