Chapter 14 Ashes and Promises

Port Haven’s dawn was a cold, gray smear, its light barely piercing the fog that clung to the city’s bones. Lena Carver sat in the safehouse’s sagging chair, her Glock resting on her knee, the weight of her wounds shoulder, thigh, and now a fresh graze on her arm anchoring her to the moment. The apa...

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