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The Security Gamble

Authoress Funky
last update Veröffentlichungsdatum: 01.04.2026 18:32:45

Chapter 115

The silver briefcase clicked against the marble of the foyer, a sound that resonated through the floorboards and up into Caleb’s very marrow. He stood paralyzed by the library window, the Wallflower dress feeling less like a costume and more like a burial shroud.

Every breath was a struggle against the steel stays of the corset, his lungs burning as the investigator's voice, cold, clinical, and utterly certain dismantled the safety of his cage word by word.

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