One hundred chapters...
This was never supposed to be this long. Nothing that matters truly ever is. What began in a basement that smelled like flour and rust became something I couldn't have named at chapter one: a story about what it costs to see clearly in a world built to obscure, and about what you find when you stop looking alone.
*Thank you for following it this far. Chapter one hundred deserved to be worth everything that came before it.
Here it is.💚
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The planning was done.
