
Author's POV
The air in Khyaati’s office hung heavy with the scent of leather and gunpowder. The dim light from a single chandelier cast jagged shadows across the room, reflecting the sharp edges of her world.
Author's POV
The air in Khyaati’s office hung heavy with the scent of leather and gunpowder. The dim light from a single chandelier cast jagged shadows across the room, reflecting the sharp edges of her world.
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