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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Auteur: Audri Anna
last update Date de publication: 2026-04-14 06:53:09

SYLVIE POV

I didn't know how I got there.

That was the first thing that came into my mind. There was no hallway, no threshold, no moment I could point to and say “there, that's when I chose this.”

Just the door and the sudden quietness around me, the way certain things arrive without warning and you understand immediately they have been coming for a long time.

I immediately walked into the room and I knew it was his. Not from memory because I obviously had none but from something that lived bu
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