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Chapter ninety one:

작가: Betty Johnson
last update 게시일: 2026-07-12 16:53:41

December Twenty-Second

Caden

Saturday arrived cold and clear.

The kind of cold that was honest about itself not the damp grey cold of a city that didn’t know what it wanted to be, but the specific flat dry cold of a Minnesota December that had made its decision and was committed.

David was at the site when we arrived at eight thirty.

He’d been there before us, which told me he’d come early, which told me this morning meant something specific to him that he was handling in his own way before we
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