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Chapter 96

Author: TY BLESS
last update publish date: 2026-10-17 15:38:45

Clara's POV

"Clara," I said. "You told me to call you Clara."

"Clara." He said it carefully, like a man setting down something hot. "Thank you. I'm sorry. I keep dropping it."

"You can drop it as often as you like. I'll keep picking it up."

He looked at me for a moment longer. Then he laughed, short and wrecked, and led me up the rest of the stairs by the hand.

Gail had cleared the guest quarters in the east wing and left a kettle on the stove, three mismatched mugs, and a note in her
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