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CHAPTER 45

Penulis: Nancy Grey
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-19 04:43:03

Sophie’s POV

That particular combination — antiseptic and recycled air and something underneath both of them that couldn't be named but that the body recognized on some deep animal level as the smell of people being unwell. I had sat inside this smell twice before. Once when my mother died. Once when I had come here for my test results and Dr. Thomas had said three months in a quiet, careful voice and the whole world had changed shape.

I crossed the lobby to the reception desk and gave my name
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