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Tea, Too strong

Author: Nuel writes
last update publish date: 2026-11-02 00:53:46

chapter 18: Tea, Too strong

"That the man from the east bank was dead." He gripped the wheel. "Your mother just said, 'Which man?' Then she went very quiet."

My stomach twisted. I'd practiced the words in the car, and now every one of them sounded like a lie.

The clinic was small and clean, with a smell of soap and boiled rice. Silas was in the corridor outside her room, folded into a plastic chair with his knees up, his school hoodie pulled over his head. He was fifteen, and he looked about n
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