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Chapter 119: What My Family Did

Autor: ChupiCha
last update Data de publicação: 2026-08-30 07:53:35

(Keyla POV)

Marcus left without being asked.

He picked up his tablet, added one final note to the evidence log, and walked to the door — not quickly, not performatively, just the movement of someone who understood that the room was about to become a different kind of room and that his presence in it would be a third variable nobody needed.

The door closed with a soft, final click.

Draxler was still at the corner of the table where he'd been reading the second draft. The one with *unstable* twic
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