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Chapter 32: Rescue
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2026-02-19 17:00:09EMILIA POV
I'd been in Kane's "care" for four hours and thirty-seven minutes.
I knew because I'd been counting every second, using the mental exercise to stay calm. Stay focused. Keep myself from thinking about what I'd done. About Axel waking up alone. About the note I'd left.
Don't think about that now.
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