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Chapter one hundred and thirty five

작가: Betty Johnson
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August Eleventh

Aria’s POV

I woke at six.

The Edinburgh morning outside William’s window, the specific quality of an August day that had decided to be clear — the kind of clear that arrived with intention, the sky committing to it before most people were awake.

Caden was already awake.

Of course he was.

He was looking at the ceiling with the expression he wore when something significant was arriving and he was meeting it before it got to him.

“Morning,” I said.

“Morning,” he said.

“Clear,” I sa
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