Chapter 125 The Knife in the Quiet

Zuri POV

The world I fell into was quiet. Not the kind of quiet that promises rest. Not the lull after rain or the hush of dawn. This was a hollow quiet, the sort that presses in from all directions, measured, deliberate, and sharp enough to cut.

I wake in a low-ceilinged room, not a cage. Not a c...

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