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作者: Maris Dane
last update publish date: 2026-07-22 10:39:57

THALIA

She reads the contingency archive section herself the moment Rael brings it to her, sitting at the table with Heloise on one side of her and Rael on the other and the afternoon sliding by unnoticed outside the window.

Her mother's handwriting is everywhere across it. That careful, deliberate scholar's script she has learned to recognise across three days of reading, every letter formed the way a person forms letters when they expect someone, someday, to need to trust every word of it com
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