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Chapter 37: The Morning Everything Changed

作者: Nova Thorne
last update 公開日: 2026-04-02 18:25:45

Kaden stayed four days.

Not the extended stay of Brennan Mourne, who had found the founding ground impossible to leave while the work was unfinished. Kaden's four days were deliberate — he had come with a specific purpose, had done it, and was giving himself the time to let the doing settle before he went back to continue doing.

He worked while he was here.

Not the archive and not the correspondence — those belonged to other people now and he understood that. He worked with Cort on the final ph
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