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Chapter 45 : The Shadow and the Confession 3

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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-03-11 19:34:11

Diane

Five minutes later, as I predicted, a dark silhouette appears at the end of the hallway. He walks quickly, silently, his gaze sweeping the surroundings. He must have waited a reasonable amount of time before "checking that everything is alright." Professional to the end.

He sees me. He stops dead, three meters from me.

"Mademoiselle Moreau. The infirmary is on the other side of the building."

"I know," I say, not moving. "I don't have a headache."

His expression hardens. "In that case, le
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