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Chapter 25: What Ottawa Left Behind

Author: Luna Hart
last update publish date: 2026-05-09 03:52:00

Marcus Webb arrived on a Tuesday with a two-hour airport layover and zero advance notice, which was his exact personal style. His text read: Layover. Two hours. Feed me. I met him at a diner near the terminal, one of those places with fluorescent lighting and reliably good eggs, and he was already settled into a corner booth when I pushed through the door, looking completely like himself. Broad through the shoulders, unhurried in everything, the kind of man who filled a space without needing to
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