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Chapter 2: The Industrial Renaissance
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... her night, another rainy night that smelled of cigarettes and blood. Nights like this always reminded me of her, Lady Evelina D’Arclight, even if she was only words on a page.
Beautiful, cruel words. I used to imagine her watching me from the shadows, judging, smiling, loving me back in a way no one else ever could.
The villainess of my favorite novel, or more accurately, the love of my life.
"The job’s done."
It was a boring life, but at least it paid, the job of ...
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