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Chapter 39: Not Everything Lost Belongs to You

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(Draxler POV)

"What would you do," "if I had?" Augustus said. He wasn't denying it. That was the part that mattered.

The dining room had been cleared after breakfast but not reset for lunch, the table bare except for the water glasses Eleanor's staff left out of habit. Augustus was at the far end with his cane propped against the chair, even now, sitting alone at the end of an empty table, Augustus looked like the person everyone else was waiting for.

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