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A courtesy call

Author: Favour
last update publish date: 2026-03-31 04:13:44

Chapter — A Courtesy Call

The wine was almost gone.

One glass left. She'd opened the bottle three hours ago when her mother left and the room went back to its particular quality of silence — the kind that existed only here, only in this dark, only with the heart beating its patient rhythm on the table beside her.

She poured the last of it.

Held the glass up in the dark like a toast to nothing in particular.

Or perhaps to something very particular.

Everything was moving. Every piece exactly wher
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Krishles
They say revenge is a dish best served cold. I hope Aurora gets what she deserves.
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