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Cold Queen

Penulis: Ziorah
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-11-06 01:00:27

Hazel

The editor of the Parisian tabloid called Le Miroir received me in an office that smelled of burnt coffee and desperation, and he did not bother to rise from his chair when I entered.

He was a heavy man in his fifties with ink-stained cuffs and a cigarette burning in a saucer, and the walls behind him were papered with front pages that screamed about scandals and divorces and the secret shames of the famous. I had never imagined that I would stand in such a room with a man

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