CHAPTER 113 : THE UNWRITTEN PROMISES

The scent of dried roses still clung to the atelier. It was past midnight, yet Naya remained at her worktable, sketching under the golden wash of her desk lamp. Charcoal streaked her fingers and cheek, her curls pulled into a tired knot. There was no rush, no looming deadline—only the quiet compulsi...

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