Chapter 159 one hundred and fifty nine

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ELORA

I pushed through the heavy doors of La Brisa, the air outside sharp against my cheeks. My heels hit the pavement with a pace that screamed don’t follow me. My breath burned in my throat. I didn’t care that I had no plan, no destination, just the urgent need to...

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