CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED NINETY-TWO

Arabella slipped out of the humming control suite and onto the narrow observation sundeck that overlooked Hawthorne’s patio. Steel-blue dusk pressed against the glass; below, elevators drifted like fireflies between bottoms. She hugged her elbows, breath fogging the pane. The images looping in her h...

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