The Scent of Secrets
The letter, a small white square, felt like a shard of ice in the warm, salty air. I read the words once, then again, watching the ink blur.
"Last chance, Shadow. Meet me at Jurgina Bar. Second floor, Room 8. Midnight and come ALONE."
My fingers clenched, crumpling the note until the paper groaned. A tremor ran from my hand up my arm, a cold current against the island's tropical heat.
How had he found us? Eavon had promised this place was impenetrable, a fortress built of secrecy and trust. Yet, a ghost from our past had simply slipped a message under the door.
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