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Chapter 91: The Investigation

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Adrian's POV

The kitchen was exactly what I had imagined from five years of not letting myself imagine it.

Small. Warm. Organized with the particular precision of someone who had learned that in a small space everything needed a place or nothing worked. The counters were clear except for a wooden knife block and a ceramic bowl of fruit and a kettle that had seen significant use. The refrigerator was covered in drawings, layers of them, the oldest ones faded at the edges, the new

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