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Chapter 25

作者: JoyInk
last update publish date: 2026-09-05 16:14:30

The words remained on the page long after Marcus stopped speaking. I looked at Soren, he had not moved. “What did your father know?” Soren's eyes remained on the torn page,“I do not know.”

This time, I believed him, then Marcus closed the file halfway,“there is more.” I turned toward him.“What?” He pulled a thin document from beneath the others.” I found another file, this one was not in the main archive.” Soren reached for it. Marcus stopped him, “I think you should both read it together.”

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