The manor on Ocean Road didn’t look like a house; it looked like a tombstone carved from granite and spite.
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Chapter 10 - THE END OF THE LINEGhost barked once, looking at the door. I stood up, put on my jacket, and grabbed my tools.
"Ready?" I asked.
The dog stood tall, his tail wagging for the first time.
We weren't hiding anymore. We were hunting.
The $3.2 million wasn't a gift. It was a bounty. And I was going to collect every single cent, one fallen empire at a time.
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The manor was just the beginning. I was Clara Whitmore, and I was going to burn every single one of their prisons to the ground.
Some people want to be saved. But me? I want to be the one who does the saving.
