Chapter 112 Smoke and shadows

Zara’s POV

The smoke had clung to my skin, its bite like hot needles, but it hadn’t burned. Not the way it was supposed to. My feet slid back into my shoes, the laces tightening like armor. When I sat down again, I could feel their eyes on me—waiting for me to wince, to falter, to cry out that the ...

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