Chapter 11 Violet Lights And Dangerous Lies

The late-night quiet of Petal & Brew was thick with the lingering scents of toasted oats, cooling butter, and dried chamomile.

Nigel sat on the edge of his narrow cot in the small back room, staring down at his pale, bare palms.

The dark veins along his arms were quiet now, reduced to faint, bruis...

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