CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED SIXTY-FIVE

Rooftop air, crisp from an early-evening breath, presses Cassian’s jacket against his frame as he stands beside Arabella on the clay-outgunned skyline of Hawthorne inventions. Neon halos glimmer over glass halls below, their reflected lights scattering across the dark water of the bay. Cassian’s fea...

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