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Chapter Twenty-Four

Autor: Imma Noir
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-03-26 16:03:52

I walk into the warm diner, and the sight of the paintings displayed all over the wall makes me gasp.

Noah had texted me an hour ago about the new jazz diner that just opened downtown, saying I’d love the art here. So, I didn’t hesitate.

“No way,” I murmur, my gaze sweeping across the sketches and mixed pieces, some of which are abstract and others, painfully detailed.

Noah rises in his seat and walks over to me. “Told you,” he says as he watches my reaction with a small smile.

I turn in a slow
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