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Chapter 10
Author: Odessa
last update2026-10-10 18:40:55

The drainage pipe was a throat of freezing, stagnant misery. It smelled of centuries of city runoff—a blend of wet silt, rusted iron, and the sharp, chemical tang of the magical residue clinging to Ryan’s skin. As they slid, their bodies remained a tangled, frantic knot. Every bump in the concrete ground drove them harder into each other, the friction of their damp clothes creating a heat that felt entirely out of place in the subterranean dark.

"Stop! Stop!" Evelyn choked out, her hands splayi
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