Midnight Claim | Chapter 1

Montreal had turned the corner into a night that smelled like thaw and exhaust, and The Felt Room kept its secrets behind a door that looked like a florist's service entrance. Sloane Varga wiped a glass that did not need wiping because her hands needed something honest to do while the room decided whether she belonged on the floor or only behind the rail.

AI narration: Kokoro af_sarah. Promotional excerpt.