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The Woman Who Held the Match

Auteur: Mysteriousfantasy
last update Date de publication: 2026-06-04 07:14:18

Clara sat alone in the back of the black town car Victor had sent for her, the city lights blurring past the tinted windows like they belonged to someone else’s life. Her hands rested in her lap, perfectly still, though her mind was anything but. She had not cried since leaving the house. The tears had dried up somewhere between signing the papers and handing over the final files.

The driver did not speak. Good. She did not want conversation. She wanted silence to sit with what she had done.

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