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The Final Judgment

作者: Oma
last update 公開日: 2026-06-13 23:31:15

CELESTINE'S POV:

Camille walks out of the courthouse a free woman.

The sun is bright after the dim fluorescent lights of the courtroom. She blinks against it, raising a hand to shield her eyes. Reporters swarm around her, shouting questions, thrusting microphones into her face. She does not answer. She just walks.

Lysander arranged for a car. It is waiting at the curb, black and the windows tinted. A driver holds the door open for her. She pauses at the bottom of the steps and looks back at
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mildred lorena
At last, Kier Thornwell the monster is where he belongs, I hope his friend the drug lord doesn't play us dirty, please keep them locked away
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mildred lorena
Thank you author for updating.
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