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Chapter 42: THE NAME FROM THE PAST

作者: Brainwaves
last update 公開日: 2026-10-18 00:08:08

The first thing I heard was the door closing behind me.

The second thing I heard was Ethan's voice.

"What are you doing?"

I froze.

The photograph was still in my hand.

I looked down at it.

Ethan's father.

A younger Ethan.

Adrian Vale.

Three men standing together before everything apparently went to hell.

I slowly turned around.

Ethan stood in the doorway.

He wasn't wearing his jacket.

His tie was loose.

His sleeves were rolled up.

Normally, that would have been the kind of thing that made my br
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