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9 - northern haze.
Déborah had never trusted the sky. As the plane lifted from the runway, tension crawled beneath her skin. She pressed her fingertips to the armrest, breathing through the tightness in her chest. Eli, her assistant, sat beside her, pretending not to notice—just as she preferred.
Minutes before boarding, she had locked herself in the airport restroom. From a velvet pouch, she drew
a thin roll of green-tinged calm. A quiet inhale, a held breath, the world softening at the edges. Now, high above the clouds, the haze lingered lightly in her veins—not enough to dull her mind, only enough to keep it steady.
They were on their way to Tromsø for a single purpose:
the Aurora Pearl. A rare Arctic jewel whispered about in private auctions—formed in the coldest fjords, beneath winter’s dark and the shimmer of the Northern Lights. Officially, they were retrieving it for a wealthy Danish collector. Unofficially, Déborah intended
to keep it.When the plane descended, the northern sky opened like a bruise—grey clouds, frozen mountains, and faint green light bleeding across the horizon. Tromsø greeted them with sharp air and silence. Snow crunched beneath their boots as they crossed the tarmac.
“Our contact will meet us at the harbor,” Eli murmured, checking his watch.
Déborah nodded, her gaze fixed on the dark water beyond the airport. Somewhere beneath those icy depths, the pearl waited—untouched, unseen, worth more than every lie she had told to reach this moment. For the first time since leaving the ground, her heartbeat fell into a steady rhythm. Not from the calming green she carried, but from purpose—clear, cold, and undeniable.
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Posted 10/25/2025, 11:00 PM