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Chapter 25

Author: Ms. Smith
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-10 18:54:25

Raven’s POV

I didn’t wake up to an explosion or to a phone call or boots scraping the tiles.

I woke up to the sound of birds, real ones I tell you and it was disorienting.

It was disorienting.

The sun leaked through the curtain like it had nothing to apologize for. Brio was already out of bed, nose smudged against the glass.

“Traitor,” I whispered.

He wagged his tail like he agreed.

The bakery downstairs burned their bread that morning. The smell filled the flat like smoke from a quieter war.

Matteo was already at the table, glasses low on his nose, scribbling something in a notebook.

“What are you pretending to be today?” I asked.

“A Professor of comparative silence.”

“Sounds lucrative.”

“It pays in peace.”

I poured coffee,it was black and bitter.

Then sat across from him. He didn’t look up.

“Something’s different,” he said.

I raised an eyebrow.

“You’re humming.”

I hadn’t noticed.

At noon, I went to the market. The old woman who sold oranges gave me three extra. She said my face re
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