Chapter 48
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Michael stepped outside into the biting cold, pulling his hooded fur jacket tighter around him as the snow crunched beneath his boots. He was dressed for another fight. Nothing fancy, just the rugged, worn clothes he’d grown accustomed to in this unforgiving city. His breath fogged through the icy air as he made his way around the side of the cabin.

That’s when he spotted her.

Celia was pacing back and forth on a patch of cleared snow, rubbing her gloved hands together anxiously. Her breath came in sharp bursts, like she was trying to breathe through something invisible pressing down on her. She hadn’t noticed him at all, she was too lost in her thoughts.

Michael approached quietly and reached out to gently tap her shoulder. She jumped so hard she almost slipped. “Oh my gosh, Michael!”

“Sorry, sorry.” He said immediately, raising his hands. “My bad.”

“No, it’s fine.” She said quickly, though her voice wasn’t steady.

Michael shook his head. “No. It’s not fine.”

Celia froze, sur
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