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CHAPTER 139 : THE BREATH BETWEEN THE STORMS

The morning dawned slowly, reluctant to cut through the heaviness that draped itself over the city. Rain from the night before clung to rooftops, shimmering in the weak sunlight like hesitant blessings. Naya sat curled in the armchair of the safehouse's smallest room, a threadbare blanket wrapped...