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Chapter 15: Monaco

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Lyra's POV

The jet smelled like leather and money. It was obvious. I had never been on a private jet before. I didn't know what I expected, something flashy maybe, gold fixtures, and a flight attendant who looked like a model. But it was quieter than that. Much calmer than I expected. The kind of luxury that didn't need to announce itself. Cream seats, soft lighting. A silence so complete you could hear yourself think, which was the last thing I wanted right now. I pressed my forehead against t
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