Chapter 29 Through the Side Door, Into the Trap

Ella

Two thirty. I'm standing in the middle of my room, looking down at myself.

Plain clothes. Dark trousers. A simple black knit top. Over it, a calf-length charcoal coat.

The whole point of this outfit is that it disappears. Blend into a crowd, nobody looks twice.

A silver blade is strapped to my...

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