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CHAPTER 27

Autor: Victory
last update Data de publicação: 2026-04-21 09:14:38

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The penthouse was quiet by eleven.

Not the tense quiet of the past few days — not the quiet of people processing danger and waiting for the next move. A different kind. The particular exhale of a house that has been holding its breath and has finally, temporarily, been allowed to let it go.

Sera had gone to her room with the laptop and a promise to have everything catalogued by morning. Cole had fallen asleep on the study sofa with Lena's file still open across his chest — Rain had
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