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Chapter 68: The Footage

作者: Veeaura
last update publish date: 2026-06-16 12:49:34

The morning sun didn’t offer any warmth. It simply bled through the cracks in the blinds, casting long, dusty stripes across the living room that made everything look old and unfamiliar.

Ava woke up with her heart hammering, the residual adrenaline of the previous night still humming in her blood. She sat up slowly, the wool blanket pooling at her waist. Across the room, Noah was already standing by the window. He hadn’t pulled the blinds back, but he had tilted them just enough to watch the s
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