The Untouchable
Elara had learned something long ago: The ones who believe they are untouchable are often the easiest to destroy. Tonight’s rain was different — sharp and cold, each drop slicing against her skin like glass. She stood in the shadow of a loading dock, eyes fixed on the man laughing too loudly as he stumbled out of a high-end bar. Leonard Voss. CEO. Philanthropist. Public darling. And a man who had once locked a trembling girl in his office, smiling for the security camera as he told her no one would believe her story. Elara knew every detail of that night. She’d sat across from the girl in a community shelter years ago, listening to a confession that broke her like brittle glass. That girl was gone now — not dead, but hollow. Voss had walked away untouched. Not for long. He moved to
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