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Chapter 49: First Name Basis

Author: Noxvane
last update publish date: 2026-05-17 09:12:14

POV: Claire Desmond

By noon, the delivery arrived.

I tore open the plastic with genuine excitement. The foam mattress expanded the moment the ties were cut. A pattern of red roses against a dark blue background greeted me. It was garish. Pure mass-produced aesthetic.

But as I spread it across the floor, it felt like I was unrolling a palace carpet.

I flopped onto it.

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