CHAPTER 114: BITTERSWEET WITH A LAUGH

Seeing my face plastered across San Avelino’s gossip rags—photoshopped next to a shadowed Alessio under the headline “The Harbor’s Concubine”—was the final joke from a city that refused to die without spitting in my face. The R-Δ system, already hemorrhaging and watching its servers being dismantled...

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