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Chapter 11: Every Lie Wears My Face

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August didn’t tell anyone that Ash was back.

Not Chris, not the professors, not the university staff who would’ve gladly expelled Ash on sight. He didn’t know why he stayed quiet only that some part of him needed answers more than safety. And Ash, for all his chaos, held every missing piece August had long stopped searching for.

But trusting him? That was something else entirely.

They met again in the library.

Ash had returned the key to the back room a hidden alcove behind the literature section where no one went except for students too curious or too alone. The same place August used to hide during his first year, long before Ash ever arrived.

He should’ve known Ash would find it. He always did.

August stepped inside, heart pounding. Ash sat cross-legged on the old rug, books stacked around him, scribbled notes scattered like petals across the floor. For a moment, he looked like any other student.

Then he looked up and smiled. And that illusion cracked.

“You came,” Ash said.

August
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