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The city didn't sleep.
Even now, weeks after Kane's death and Lorenzo's arrest, sirens still pierced the air like ghosts. Protesters marched through the streets holding signs with names-girls who'd vanished and never returned. Victims. Survivors.
The empire had crumbled.
But the dust hadn't settled.
And neither had Isla.
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The press called it
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