Chapter 52 The Hollow Line

(Amani POV)

The world starts with a sound.

A low, crawling hum in my skull—like the aftertaste of thunder. Smoke clings to the back of my throat, dry and metallic. When I open my eyes, I see the ceiling first. Cracked. Blackened. Half of it hanging like a broken wing.

I’m alive.

That’s the first m...

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