The sky was still gray when the iron prison gate slowly creaked open. Its screech pierced the air, as if echoing the weight of the soul it was about to release that morning. Through the narrow gap stepped a woman—her pace slow but steady. Her hair fell loosely over her shoulders, her cheeks were hollow, and her body noticeably thinner than the last time the world had seen her. But her eyes—those eyes still burned. Still alive. Still holding an ember that refused to die.

Olivia was finally free.

Three years. Three years locked away for a crime she never committed. The world devoured her whole, condemning her as greedy,...