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25: Read the Fine Print
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2026-10-04 00:10:13POV: Ivy
I read for six hours.The library had become my war room—the old statute spread across the table, my phone open to a notes app, a cup of tea that had gone cold beside me. Lucas had asked if I wanted something to eat, but I’d declined.Elowyn had offered to help twice. I’d declined both times.This wasn’t her fight. And I wasn’t going to let anyone else understand this law for me.The Old Mate Law was a maze. Sections referenced other sections. Definitions sh
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