Chapter 22
Author: Emily Smith
last update2026-07-09 14:39:08

The café was called The Ember and it sat on a corner two streets from the waterfront, close enough that on quiet mornings you could hear the river if the traffic was light. It had six tables, a counter along the back wall, and a owner who made coffee with the focused seriousness of someone who considered it a discipline rather than a service. The chair Adrian chose was not as soft as the one at Riverside, which no longer existed as a building, but it faced the window and the window faced the st
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