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Chapter Forty-One: The Day She Breaks

作者: Pure Moon
last update 公開日: 2026-07-23 16:41:12

Sophia’s POV

The office smelled the same as it always did on Monday mornings—burnt coffee from the break room, the faint chemical tang of fresh printer ink, and the low hum of fluorescent lights that never quite matched the natural world outside. I sat at my desk with my spine straight, fingers poised over the keyboard as if the sheer force of routine could anchor me. The torn invitation was gone, left behind in Eleanor’s guest room like evidence I no longer wanted to confront. But the weight o
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