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Chapter 20: Darren's Discovery and Leah's Downfall
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2025-10-15 00:00:19Elias sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "That's the question, isn't it? Guide her. Push her. Try to teach her to look at the weight behind the decisions. Or drag her down into my own regrets. I don't know."
Frank smiled weakly. "Sounds like you've made up your mind."
"Maybe." Elias leaned back and rubbed his hands together, smiling for real this time. "But watching her is like watching my own history repeat. And history has this funny way of catching up to you whether you want it to or not."
(Darren's POV)
The library was nearly deserted. Darren laid Shylie's folder out on the desk. The lamps hummed softly and the radiator thumped against th
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