When Fire Meets the Heart

n glass, slicing through the

ornered. Somewhere beneath it all, in a beat-up red taxi with one working headl

ed ciga

loved

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running. Not

and the blood on her righ

with nothing but a passport, a memory card, and a secret that could burn dow

ty her fa

e was born

she just

-

anced at her in th

sked, pulling off the expressway

d. "That's wha

fifteen years. Zara stepped out, heels clicking on wet concrete, a

und exactly wh

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special

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in

wrapping his fists in tape beside a sandbag as

ised an

n't loo

ook up. "You do

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yes were sharp enough to

protection. That means so

smi

need be

-

, General Nwachukwu stared at a paused security feed - his d

red a

id coldly. "Befor