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Chapter 29: Desk Lamp Cravings

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last update Data de publicação: 2026-09-15 01:03:01

The soft glow of the desk lamp was the only light in my office that evening. Outside, the university grounds had fallen quiet under a light spring rain. I sat longer than necessary, staring at the unmarked essays, knowing the real reason I hadn’t left was the soft knock that came at half past seven.

I knew it was her before I opened the door.

Elara stood in the hallway, rain droplets still clinging to the ends of her dark hair, a thin cardigan pulled tight around her shoulders. She looked at me
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