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Chapter 16: Hour of Ash
Sera woke gasping.

The safe house was dark. The only light came from the crystal on the barrel, pulsing faintly—a slow, rhythmic glow, like a heart trying to keep time. The air was cold. Her breath misted in front of her face.

William sat on the cot across the room. Fully dressed. His coat was buttoned, his boots on. The empty cigarette case rested in his palm. He had not slept. She could see it in the set of his shoulders, the way his thumb moved...

Chapter 16: Hour of Ash