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Chapter 163
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2026-10-28 18:53:54Cassian's POV
Neva gave me the book at four in the morning, and she told me not to perform.
It was a thick bound folder, two hundred and eleven pages, tied with plain white cord. She had worked on it for four nights without sleeping, with a pencil behind her ear and her hair in a knot and Dorian bringing her coffee she did not drink. Every page was numbered. Every figure was sourced.
"You will want to make it a show," she said, standing at the truck windo
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