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Chapter 220

Author: Ellis Carter
last update publish date: 2026-07-20 16:39:45

Dylan's POV

No one in the room spoke after Eleanor lifted the carved wooden box into view because every person present instinctively understood that whatever rested inside had been protected with extraordinary care. The polished walnut surface had darkened beautifully with age, and intricate wildflowers had been carved around the edges with remarkable precision. Even through a screen, I could see that someone had handled it lovingly for many years, preserving it with the same devotion Daniel Si
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