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CHAPTER 153 : WHISPERS FOR THE DEAD

The rain fell in sheets, smearing the view from the cracked windows of the safe house. Amara sat rigid at the edge of the worn couch, her fingers clenching a steaming mug she hadn’t sipped from in over an hour. She couldn’t taste anything now. Not tea. Not fear. Not even hope.

Across from her, D...