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Chapter 32: The Old Chapel

Autor: Steven star
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-11-11 22:00:35

“You died,” said Lyra.

Her voice came out flat. Candle flames bent in the draft from the broken roof.

“Eight days after you.” Vale held her gaze. “Claire poisoned me.”

“Convenient.”

“I know how it sounds.”

“Then give me proof.” She folded her arms. “Damian Pierce knew one thing about me that no stranger could. What did I do with the first gift you ever gave me?”

He did not hesitate. “A cheap fountain pen
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