Hidden in Plain Sight
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Ongoing, First published Jun 26, 2026

This novel opens onto a world of concealed lives and simmering conflict. The narrative traces a family’s desperate attempts to remain hidden, even as a young narrator prepares for a future where protection is temporary. Elsewhere, a tense morning unfolds for Sathria, escalating into schoolyard aggression and fraught social dynamics. These chapters reveal a complex web of manipulation and rivalry, hinting at a society where even simple interactions carry hidden agendas. The story also introduces encounters with enigmatic figures, leaving unanswered questions about their motives and connections.
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