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Chapter Sixty Two

Author: Carabella
last update publish date: 2025-12-20 23:36:57

He set me gently on the edge of the table, the worn wood cool beneath my thighs. My legs dangled, swinging slightly, and I shifted to find balance. The single lamp on the nearby shelf cast a warm, golden pool around us, softening the sharp edges of the library but doing nothing to dull the sharper edges of his presence. Light glanced off the lenses of his glasses, hiding his eyes for a moment before revealing them again and they were dark, watchful and impossible to read.

“Am I… heavy?” I asked
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