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Chapter 12: The Quiet Haven

Penulis: Ebenezer Ayia
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-10-30 18:00:14

The afternoon sun cast long, golden beams across the sixth floor of Sterling and Cross, but inside Clara’s office, the atmosphere remained heavy with the lingering tension of Dominic’s visit. Clara sat at her desk, staring blankly at the blinking cursor of her computer screen. Though building security had been fully briefed with Dominic’s photograph and instructed to bar him from the premises permanently, the psychological weight of his threat still clung to her shoulders. He had threatened to
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