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Proof of Courage

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Gwen

The message came just after dawn, when the villa was still pretending to sleep. I had been awake for hours. I lay beneath silk sheets that felt more like restraints than comfort, staring at the faint line of light creeping along the ceiling while the ocean breathed steadily beyond the balcony doors. The house held its breath with it, quiet, alert, always listening.

Camilla liked mornings. She said they were for renewal. For gratitude. I had learned they were for surveillance. My phone
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