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CHAPTER 34: The figure in the crowd.
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2026-07-24 03:42:03
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ROSELINE’S POVMy hands shook as I set the papers down, my heart pounding wildly now as panic began settling in fully. I scrambled quickly out of bed, rushing toward the door, calling out his name into the quiet darkness of the house.“Florian?”No answer came, only silence greeting me as I hurried down the stairs, checking the kitchen, the living room, every room downstairs, my panic growing heavier with each empty space I passed through.“Florian!” I called again, my voice rising now with real fear.I reached the small guest closet near the hallway, and that’s when I noticed it, several of his suitcases missing, a few drawers in the hallway dresser left hanging open, clothes clearly pulled quickly from inside.My breath caught sharply, dread crashing over me now as understanding began settling in. He had packed. He had left.I spotted a small note resting on the kitchen counter, his handwriting rushed, hurried, nothing like his usual careful script.Roseline,I’m sorry. I need some
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