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Chapter Twenty-One: What the Basement Knows

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Sophia POV

The room is exactly what I imagined twelve-year-old boys’ fantasy hideout would look like if those boys grew into men who owns half the city, faded band posters on one wall next to a chalkboard still covered in what looks like an old, half-finished tic-tac-toe game.

"You can still see where we kept score." Ethan crouches by the chalkboard, running his thumb along a smudged line of X's and O's like he's afraid touching it too hard might erase it completely. "He always won. I used to a
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