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Chapter 18

Author: G A Rose
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Chapter 18: What the Old Contract Really Said

Aurora

My father set the folder down on his desk like it weighed more than paper had any right to weigh.

"This is everything," he said. "The original agreement. The amendments. The interest schedule."

I reached for it before he could change his mind.

The papers inside were old enough that the edges had softened, the ink slightly faded in places, dated a little over six years earlier. I recognized my father's signature immediately on the first p
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