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Forty Minutes Of Truth

Penulis: Talia .E.
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-04-09 23:08:08

POV: Nikola

She talked for forty minutes and I let her finish what she was saying without cutting in once.

Clara sat across from me and told me about Camille coming into her room that morning at the lodge, finding the cufflink on the floor beside the nightstand, and laying out the terms of the deal right there while Clara was still in yesterday's clothes and had nowhere to go and no time to think.

She told me about spending an entire day performing for my father because the alternative was Cam
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