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The Midterm

作者: Enistory
last update 公開日: 2026-04-28 14:03:46

Tamine’s POV

"You look like you're going to throw up, Chloe. Please don't throw up on the 3D model."

It was Thursday afternoon. Three days since I had flown back from Boston.

I was standing at the front of the architecture studio next to Chloe Kensington. Resting on the pedestal between us was our massive, fully rendered urban renewal model of the West Loop commercial district. It was flawless. The structural engineering was sound, the material cost analysis was perfectly within budget, and the
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