CHAPTER 2: A Taste of Freedom~ Kim ~I stood on the sidewalk outside the Fell mansion the next morning, breathing in the city air deeply for the first time in four years. It smelled like grease and gasoline and humanity and life.I loved it."Where to first?" Galina asked, linking her arm through mine with familiar warmth.I closed my eyes and tilted my face toward the sun. Real sunlight, not the harsh artificial white lights of the Rogue Space. This was warm and golden."Anywhere," I whispered, opening my eyes to the bright blue sky. "Everywhere. I don't care."Galina squeezed my arm gently. "Then let's start with breakfast. Real breakfast."We ended up at a small café three blocks away—the kind of place I'd loved before everything fell apart. Red vinyl booths worn soft with age, checkered floors, the smell of coffee and bacon thick enough to taste.I ordered everything. Pancakes, eggs, bacon, hash browns, orange juice, coffee — hot and black. Galina watched me with fond amusement a
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