Chapter 227 two hundred and twenty seven

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The sun beamed down from the sky like it had no intention of being subtle. Heat shimmered off the pavement, and the air smelled like summer—warm asphalt, melting ice cream, and fried street snacks. It was the kind of day that made people want to be out, and that’s exactly...

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