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Chapter 65 — Ofiura's POV

Author: Ivy Crane
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Chapter 65 — Ofiura's POV

"She never comes out, you know."

My mother said it in a low voice, setting a plate of shortbread on the tiny table beside her kitchen window. It was a gray Sunday afternoon, rain ticking against the glass, and I was curled in the armchair with a blanket over my knees and my feet propped on a stool, enjoying the particular luxury of being fussed over by a woman who had waited decades to do it.

"Who?"

"Mrs. Alder. Across the hall." She nodded toward the door. "Seventy-f
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