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Chapter 55 Once

作者: Evve
last update publish date: 2026-05-18 07:32:51

The heavy clock on the wall ticked quietly past midnight. The farmhouse was completely dark except for the small bulb glowing above the heavy stainless steel stove. Aurora Blake stood alone in the quiet kitchen.

She was working on a completely new culinary application. It was a highly complex, dark cedar reduction sauce.

Heavy, measured footsteps sounded on the dark wooden stairs.

Julian Oswald walked directly into the kitchen. He wore a simple grey shirt and very dark sweatpants. He ignored th
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