Chapter 37 The Shape of Threats

Alia Sulaimon 1.5k words

The rain finally came just after midnight.

It didn’t announce itself with thunder or drama. It arrived quietly, soaking the city in a steady, relentless fall that blurred lights and softened edges, turning New York into a reflection of itself.

Amara stood at the window of her hotel room, watching it happen.

She...

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