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KAPITEL ZWÖLF: Die Form einer Person

作者: Hannah Noble
last update 公開日: 2026-06-20 23:56:18

He did something he rarely did.

He went to see her.

Not to speak to her. Not to approach her or make any kind of contact. He simply wanted to compare the impression the file had left on him with the reality of an actual person moving through the world, because Damon had learned long ago that files, while accurate, were also incomplete in a way that mattered.

He had Croft determine her training schedule for Saturday.

He parked on the street in front of the sports center on Saturday morning and w
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