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The Envelope
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2026-04-20 19:36:00Levi
I feel the weight of the envelope in my hand like a hammer. My chest tightens, heart hammering as I glance at Purrey curled up on the couch, wrapped in her blanket. She looks small, fragile, and I ache to reach for her, to reassure her. But I can’t. Not now. Not with Athelia standing there, calm and deliberate, waiting for me to respond.
“Purrey,” I murmur, low, almost pleading, my voice rough. “Go to your room. Please. Just—give
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