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CHAPTER 69: The Blue And Pink Flower

مؤلف: Lady Sheldon
last update تاريخ النشر: 2025-12-31 22:18:30

I slept deeply that night, the kind of sleep that pulls you under like a tide, heavy and dream-soaked. The emotional storm of the day, the fight with Noah, the lie to Gage, and the intense reconciliation had left me drained, and my body surrendered completely in his arms.

But even in sleep, my mind wouldn’t quiet.

The dream came slowly at first, like walking into fog.

I was standing on a stage.

Spotlights pinned me in place, and around me were people. Hundreds of them with faces I recognized an
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