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Chapter 43 What She Admits

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The morning light in the farmhouse was identical to yesterday. But Aurora Blake was entirely different.

She walked down the wooden stairs at exactly six o'clock. She was no longer filing her observations into safe, compartmentalized mental boxes. She had written the absolute truth in blue ink.

She was in love with Julian Oswald.

She could not un-know it. The terrifying realization sat heavy and absolute in the very center of her chest. It colored every single breath she took.

She stepped into t
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