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Chapter 139: The Sincere Apology

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**Adrian's POV**

Wednesday morning.

The last chapter of volume one.

Noah had announced this at breakfast with the specific contained excitement of someone approaching a milestone they had been anticipating since chapter twelve.

He ate his oatmeal with the focused efficiency of someone who had things to accomplish.

The correct amount of brown sugar.

The ammonite on the

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