Chapter 26: The Taste of Ash and Ambition

AVA’S POV

Light filtered through gauzy curtains over my Chinatown apartment… thin, pale slices of sun with no warmth, but only accusation. Not dawn. A reckoning. I woke to stale air, thick and overpowering, too dense to breathe, like the weight of pressing hands on my chest. They lingered there. Ju...

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