The air in the crematorium was thick, smelling of ozone and the suffocating perfume of lilies

thought I only knew how to fix engines and broken parts.”

Helena’s eyes trembled with fury.

“But you forgot something. I understand machines. I know how they run. I know where the pressure builds. And I know exactly how to dismantle one.”

Outside, sirens began to wail, cutting through the heavy air of the chapel… Continue Reading ⬇️

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