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Chapter 78 The Session Notebook

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The quiet farmhouse kitchen was wrapped in the deep, heavy shadows of the late evening. Aurora Blake sat quietly at the center island. The terrifying realization about the corporate legal defense still echoed loudly in her mind.

Julian walked into the kitchen. He did not go to the stove to make his dark tea tonight. He walked directly toward the open wooden shelves near the heavy pantry door.

He reached up and pulled down a thick, leather-bound notebook. It was absolutely not Lily’s familiar bl
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