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Chapter Seventy-One-The wait

Author: Lyna
last update Last Updated: 2026-01-08 00:02:25

Anna

The waiting room was an agonizing exercise in expensive minimalism. Brushed steel, white leather, and the kind of silence that feels like a physical weight. On the wall, a digital clock blinked with a rhythmic tick that seemed to sync with the frantic drumming of my heart.

I sat on the edge of the chair, my back as rigid as a board. Beside me, Sage was a silent anchor. He hadn't tried to fill the space with useless chatter and I was so glad for his silence. He just sat there, his shoulder
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