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Chapter 80

Author: Raven Writes
last update publish date: 2026-05-24 19:13:33

The faint smell of coffee, freshly made coffee, hit me in my sleep.

It pulled me up from somewhere dim. Somewhere I didn’t fully register yet. For a second, I thought I was back in my apartment. That the last twenty-four hours had been a nightmare I could shake off.

I stirred awake, staring at the steam curling upwards from the cup. It was on the nightstand. White ceramic. A thin gold rim. Beside it, was a small note.

—Drink it.

My head ached badly. The kind of ache that sat right behind my
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