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Chapter 43: The Night Counter

Penulis: JDHWS
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2025-08-22 20:50:51

The streets of Garden Metro glistened under a thin drizzle as Damien drove Elara away from the Roseview Hotel. The city at night was all neon halos and shadows that moved like they had purpose.

But Elara’s eyes weren’t on the view. They were on the small folded note in her clutch.

She read it again, not because she needed the words, but because she liked how hollow they sounded now. In the ballroom, those sentences had been Cassidy’s weapon. Out here, they were just ink on paper — stripped of b
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