EXTRA CHAPTER — A LINE THAT CANNOT BE CROSSED
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CHAPTER 40 — A LINE THAT CANNOT BE CROSSED
The rain began just as Elena stepped out of the car.
It wasn't dramatic—no thunder tearing through the sky, no lightning splitting the clouds. It was quieter than that. Persistent. Relentless. A fine drizzle that soaked the pavement and softened the edges of the city, turning glass towers and concrete streets into muted shades of gray.
She didn't move immediately.
Elena remained seated for a few extra seconds, her hand resting on the door handle, her reflection faintly visible in the darkened window. The woman staring back at her looked composed, controlled—but Elena knew better. Beneath the calm exterior, something old and sharp was stirring.
This place again.
