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CHAPTER 150 : THE THREAD THAT REMAINS

The auditorium was unlike any stage Naya had ever stood upon.

There were no velvet curtains. No spotlight to blur the eyes of those seated beyond the edge. No scripts to cling to. Only a semicircle of folding chairs, a microphone set low on its stand, and the quiet hum of people filling the room...