Chapter 51 The Hollow Hours

(Zuri POV)

The night hasn’t ended.

It just changed color.

The safehouse breathes like a wounded animal — low hum of a dying generator, the faint drip of water from a rusted pipe, and the scent of blood that won’t wash off. The windows are boarded, the floor uneven. But it’s quiet, and that’s all w...

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