An Eye For A Head
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They were supposed to grow old together.
Eli and Sol shared the kind of love most people mistake for fiction-quiet, honest, built on inside jokes and coffee-stained sketchbooks. Their world was small, soft, and sacred.
Until the night that shattered it.
One act of cruelty.
One gang.
One vigil, two names.
Only... one body was never found.
Now, someone's carving masks again.
Someone who remembers the weight of grief, and how silence can be sculpted into sharp things.
Isa never met Eli or Sol.
But she knows what love tastes like when it's burned.
And when the last head rolls, she won't ask for forgiveness.
> Because this isn't about healing.
> It's about remembrance-and revenge with a gentle face.
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