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Chapter 11 The Schedule

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last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-07 07:45:08

The tenth morning started with a printed paper. Aurora woke up and found it resting on the small wooden desk in her room. Someone had placed it there while she was asleep.

She picked it up. It was not a handwritten note. It was a printed document.

It was a precise fourteen day grid. The rows were divided into thirty minute increments. The columns were labeled with the days of the week. It detailed Lily's tutoring hours, Julian's restaurant shifts, and specific household duties.

At the very bott
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