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Chapter 60 Cold at 6AM

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last update publish date: 2026-05-23 02:36:47

The farmhouse was fully quiet when Aurora walked downstairs at exactly seven in the morning. She stepped across the cold threshold into the kitchen.

Julian was standing at the center island. He held a ceramic mug of dark coffee.

He was wearing the exact same dark clothes from yesterday. There was a faint smear of white flour resting on his heavy jawline. He had clearly not slept a single hour since he left the house three days ago.

Aurora looked past his broad shoulders to the stainless steel s
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