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FRONT DOOR

Autor: ANGELA
last update Data de publicação: 2026-06-23 17:32:28

Chapter 83

Leon pushed open the front door, the late afternoon light casting long shadows across the hallway. His backpack felt heavier than usual, the weight of the day pressing down on his shoulders like an invisible hand. His knees ached faintly under the bandages, and the low-grade exhaustion from the fever made every movement sluggish. He kicked off his shoes quietly, hoping to slip upstairs without drawing too much attention.

His mother was in the kitchen, the soft clink of dishes and the
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