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Chapter 39- Before The Gala

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last update Data de publicação: 2026-08-18 14:21:29

Nathalia woke at 2:17am and could not go back to sleep.

This was not anxiety. She had checked, the way she checked things, methodically and without drama, and what she found was not the tight-chested restless quality of anxiety but something else entirely. Something that was simply too awake to sleep. Too present. Too aware of the specific weight of a night that was the last one before everything that was coming.

She lay in the dark for twenty-three minutes.

Then she got up.

She made tea a
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