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... ing the same half-torn jacket from the night of the ritual.
He hadn’t spoken to Juliet in hours. She was sleeping on his couch, boots still on, blade under the blanket.
He didn’t blame her.
They were both still rattled—but alive.
He stared at the open Trade System window projected in front of him. Data pulsed. Orders ticked upward. Notifications buzzed faintly in the corner.
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[Customer Review: "Product arrived faster than my cou ...
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