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Chapter 82

Author: Ray Olly
last update publish date: 2026-03-30 16:27:23

DAMIEN'S POV

Friday before Vermont I put up the second shelf.

Elara was at the gallery. I found the level in the kitchen drawer where she'd put it three months ago in the specific way she put things she wanted me to find, visible and accessible and slightly pointed.

I measured twice, found the studs, drilled cleanly. The shelf went up straight on the first attempt which felt disproportionately satisfying.

I stood back and looked at it.

The studio wall now had two shelves. The lower one full, th
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