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Chapter 13: The Truth You Didn’t Want

Author: DadieT
last update publish date: 2026-04-22 03:15:17

The hallway was quiet.

Too quiet.

The kind of silence that pressed in on you, waiting for something to break it.

Lena stood by the door, her hand still resting lightly against the handle.

And on the other side of that threshold—

Sebastian Crouch.

No audience.

No interruptions.

No distractions.

Just him.

And the questions he should have asked a long time ago.

“I think,” he said again, his voice lower now,

“It’s time you told me the truth.”

Lena studied him.

Carefully.

Not the man who had signed
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