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Ghosts

Auteur: ETHAN-QUILL
last update Date de publication: 2026-04-21 06:19:23

Seraphina made it to the lobby before her hands started shaking.

She crossed the marble floor, pushed through the revolving doors, and hit the sidewalk like she was coming up from underwater. The air was cold. The traffic was loud. She kept walking until she turned the corner and was out of sight of the tower, then she stopped and pressed her palm flat against a brick wall and closed her eyes.

Breathe.

In for four. Hold for seven. Out for eight. The technique her therapist in London had taught
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