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Chapter 8: Adapting

Autor: Naimles A
last update Data de publicação: 2026-03-21 11:18:10

The aftermath of the night was draped over every surface—shredded black silk, the lingering, heavy scent of woodsmoke, and the silver mask lying discarded on the plush carpet like a fallen, hollow idol.

I lay awake, my eyes tracing the intricate moldings of the ceiling. My body felt heavy, marked by the possessive weight of a man who was, by every legal and biological definition, my father-in-law.

I waited for the crushing wave of guilt to suffocate me. I waited for the phantom of Thaddeus to a
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