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Chapter 90: A House of Eyes

Penulis: Emel Emerald
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-08-13 14:46:02
(Continuation — The turning head)

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Leya – Later that Afternoon

Leya stood stiff in her window.

The sun on her bandaged wrist could not thaw the ice within. Her tea had gone cold hours before.

She'd read Juliet's letter hours before, but could not continue. One sentence kept repeating in her head:

> "You didn't deserve that. No matter what anyone says."

But they weren't hers.

She couldn't help but stare at the $20,000 that went down.

The numbers weren't exaggerated.

But one of them was lying.

Her gaze slid over to the mirror.

Her sleepless, frantic scribbled-out face stared back — unmarred.

She folded Juliet's note together with her diary, and the hospital bill for Dalton. And then she felt her way to the back of the drawer and brought out the only thing she'd overlooked:

A list of all who'd seen her burn.

And pipe down.

Crossed a very fine line signed Eleanor.

Then wrote:

> "What are you hiding?"

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Eleanor – Behind Her Door

Eleanor towered over the vanity, pow
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