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CHAPTER SEVENTY NINE

Author: Wren Gray
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-05-05 22:00:56

"THE TRUTH HAS A WAY OF MAKING ITSELF KNOWN WHETHER YOU ARE READY FOR IT OR NOT."

SOFIA

Dante has been gone for maybe ten minutes.

Coffee, he said. He was going to find me coffee and something to eat because I hadn't eaten since this morning and he noticed even though I didn't say anything about it. He just stood up and said stay here in that quiet way of his that isn't really a request and went to find the hospital cafeteria.

I watched him go and then I turned back to the double doors and went
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