CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY-TWO

The mid-morning sun glints off glass façades as Arabella traverses Centennial Avenue, the muted chirr of business settling into an awkward, post-crisis meter. Climbers move in careful clusters, voices hushed as if any unforeseen burst of sound might rouse a napping beast. Outflow, digital billboards...

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