Chapter 18: "The Lost Sketch" Julian POV

I’m knackered, dragging myself back to the flat after that run-in with the hooded figure last night. My head’s still spinning—those footsteps, that near-collision in the haze—and I’ve been out all day, dodging shadows, trying to clear it. Marcus is off at The Rusty Jack, probably licking his woun...

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